“I’ve gotta do this without my hot tea.” – Mariah Carey
I’m up past midnight without the aid of an afternoon or evening nap, so I suppose it’s only fair to share my goals for the new year with the internet webs!
Lordy. I might pass out doing this. Although, the indigestion I’m enduring thanks to stuffing my body with all of my favorite “bad for you” foods in the last 12 hours will likely keep me from falling asleep, so, YOU’RE WELCOME!
This year, I’ve gotta get my mind and body right. I kind of pedal along (okay, not really pedal, more like spin inside of a hamster wheel nonstop), and on the outside I very much seem like I’ve got everything together. Inside, though, I’ve got some room to improve:
I never lost the weight I gained while pregnant with Jay. That was over 4 years ago, therefore not acceptable. I haven’t had the energy or desire to put forth what it takes to ditch the pounds, but now that he’s school-aged, I suppose I should get my ass in gear. I’m cleaning up my atrocious diet in 2018, and hello, everyone who’s reading this, please hold me accountable. Feeling sluggish is so out this year.
I want/need to blog more, create more, read more, (and drink more… water). I’m happiest when I’m being productive (and hydrated, I guess), so spending some time outside of work and family obligations to be creative and enjoy a book (I’m a sucker for pretty covers, I admit it) is going to be a priority this year. I owe it to myself and all of those around me. A happy Steph is the best Steph! I will miss my ice cold Sprite, though.
I need to be more efficient! And, learn how to say, “no.” My skills are valuable, but so is time. Often I feel that whole, “there isn’t enough of me to go around” thing, and this is partly because I could be more organized, and partly because I commit to waaaaaaaaaaay too many things that are not required. (Did I mention my kid’s school-aged now? PTA is not my jam and it ain’t happenin’ this year, honey buns! Just. Say. No.)
I should drink as much coffee as I want. I’m going to need it with all of these extra efforts in various areas, including having the balls to just say no all the time.
I’m going to call my mom more! Texts are convenient and so are Facebook messages, but I’d like to share more of the random, not-so-important things that happen in my life. We lose that when we lose verbal conversations. Get ready to answer the phone, mom!
Next New Year’s Eve, I’d like to be able to look back at 2018 and say, “wow, I really did better this year.” I’ve had quite a few anxious days and nights that went beyond normal — as in, my kiddo is coughing from a virus he caught at school but OHMYGOD IT MUST BE TUBERCULOSIS! In all seriousness, I would like to manage my anxiety a little more effectively, and doing more of the things I’ve mentioned above should help me feel happier, more focused, and fulfilled so I can be an awesome mom and wife and daughter and employee and everything else I am to others.
Wow, I wrote all of that without any hot tea! ;)