Ah, here it is. The end of December. My least favorite time of the year.
Most people would assume that it's because of my love of Christmas lights and decor that I do not care for the end of the year. Yes, we must take it all down and put it all away. I'm actually okay with this. The last few years, I've been grateful for it. After a month of seeing it, I'm good with getting my home back. Perhaps you're thinking that you really know me well and you're thinking - It's the end of the year and she must not have gotten something done that she really wanted to! Well, there are two to three books that I was hoping to be much further in writing, but the motivation was often lacking or I was missing the time when I was motivated due to little ones needing my attention. But no, though I wish I had some more done, that isn't why I cannot stand the end of the years. For quite some time I didn't care for New Year's Eve. The thought of kissing someone at midnight. Well, it wasn't until I was about 23 that I finally had someone to kiss on New Year's Eve. And by 24 we had fallen asleep on the couch and missed the midnight thrill. The next year seemed the same. Once married we gave an extra good night kiss before going to bed to count for the one at midnight. Yes, we are that lame. Honestly, I hate the hoopla that is the New Year celebration. Thank goodness we don't have cable this year to see all the commercials promising a new you for the new year. It just seems asinine to me that we wait all year long to decide that we need to be better in some way shape or form and then choose the new year to start doing better at life. I understand. It's a whole lot easier to track that changes when we know that we started on January 1st. "I'm giving up sweets in 2019! Oh, wait, my birthday is in March. Valentines in February. I love those little heart shaped candies. Maybe one little box won't be that bad. And I need a cake for my birthday. Oh, and that office party at the end of the month. Well, a cheat day here or there isn't that bad." By March this person has forgotten that they were giving up sweets until they have a plate of sugar cookies on their lap at Christmas and the gym membership commercials flash across the screen. We are a country filled with people that are trying to get better each and every day in a large variety of ways. People are giving things up. People are starting new programs. But here it is, the commercialism that killed Christmas decided to destroy New Year's as well. I just can't get behind the hype. I can market myself this time of year as the personal trainer that I am. I can go scrounging for new clients to build my schedule and my bank account. But I'd rather have someone that comes to me in August or April and says, I just need to be healthier. That is a person that will want to work throughout the entire year. I know that people will say, "It's a chance to start fresh!" I say, "Bah humbug" to that. Every day you are given the chance to start fresh. Every day that you wake up is God allowing you to make yourself better in one way or the other. Join that gym on a random Thursday. Begin a reading chart of all the books you intend to read in the time you intend to read them and start. Go for a walk with a friend. Spend time with your kids. Take someone out for lunch. Be an ear to listen. Share love. Start a new routine when it's time, not on everyone else's time. Who knows what today will bring? Focus on each day, not the new year. Because I'm sure there will be a good amount of people that don't stick to their New Year's resolutions, try sticking to a new day's goal. Make yourself better because you want to, or need to, not because everyone else is doing it. This is the final blog of 2018. There will be more to come, unless the good Lord takes me home. Be safe. Be smart. Be the best version of you, today.
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