YIKES to this past week. NO THANK YOU and YIKES.
I knew I wanted my next post to be about my 2015 goals, so it seems that the universe wanted to test me to make sure that I really, actually meant them. (I do, as it turns out. In future, however, I would appreciate far less sass from you, Universe.)
I’ve never really been a fan of New Year’s resolutions. That’s not because I think they are dumb, but because in observing society, I noticed that resolutions were essentially goals that you set with the intent of whining about them later. I find that simply illogical. I am somewhat of a perfectionist, and if I want something, I put my stubbornness to work until I got it. Imperfection was never really an option, and the year and the date didn’t matter.
It is also important to my resolution story to note that in the past several years, my people and the crowds they run with started talking about their Word of the Year.
“What is this nonsense?” Past Shannon thought derisively. “Don’t they know that a year is too long for one word to have any hope of keeping up with the changing seasons?”
Thankfully, my people did not shun Past Shannon, but just kept telling me stories of how their word changed their year. How the plan and the intention behind the word was all at once a reminder, a hope to cling to, a help during hard decisions, a choice to be made daily.
I started pondering what Word I would choose if I was a Person Who Chose Words.
(Helpful hint: if you want to be like Past Shannon and snort with mockery at Words, don’t start thinking about Words and Goals. That’s how they get you.)
As all these Words were swirling in my head, threatening to turn me into a Person Who Chooses Words, one of my VERY FAVOURITE AUTHORS, Maggie Stiefvater,* (re)posted her thoughts on resolutions. That post is here and I do recommend reading it. I am head-over-heels in love with Maggie’s novels, but I may love her thoughts on life and smashing the expectations of modern society even more.**
Obviously what happened next is that I spent the rest of December in a somewhat frantic state, trying to pick THE MOST PERFECT WORD EVER (I know… I know.) and the PERFECT RESOLUTIONS (I’m sighing at myself, too. Where do you think Past Shannon*** got it all?) that wouldn’t make me a dirty liar. All of the sneaky Words had abandoned me as soon as their work of converting me into a Word Person was done, those jerks.
I finally chilled on the perfection, a bit, because who says I have to have it written in stone? Who says my year doesn’t start today and from now on, I always choose my word on January 26? NO ONE, THAT’S WHO. I’m the boss of me. M and I already moved New Year’s Eve all over the place, so really, I’m just a troublemaker anyway. I should embrace it.
So here are my resolutions and my word(s) for 2015 because I want to be able to come back here at the end of this year and see how I did.
- Start a blog
- Read in wider range of genres
- Bike 25-30 miles straight
- Get new glasses
- Take vitamins DAILY. (I MEAN IT, SHANNON. Daily means 365 times. ALL THE DAYS.)
- Keep blue in hair year-round
- Find one new/crazy dinner recipe per month
- Hold Wheel/Chakra-asana for 8 Ujjayi breaths
- Paint the pantry
- Find a way to recreate The Red Bell Pepper Margarita
- See my lovely friend and Dorito with my own actual eyeballs.
- Reinstate official date nights
- Blog at least once a week.
- Make crafty memory jar
- Start thinking about the possibility of considering to consider MAYBE planning a vow renewal in the nearish future. Maybe. Possibly.
Since I am 1) currently typing a third post for the third week of this blog’s life while 2) sitting in my NEW GLASSES**** to wear them in, and 3) trying to remember where the duct tape is for the memory jar, all while planning 4) what time to put the leftovers of the new recipe I tried on the stove for dinner tonight, I’d say I am doing well about not lying to myself.
My words this year are Gratitude and Abundance.
I chose two, because I don’t think there is a word for the action of destroying a feeling and habit I have over the next year. However, I think I’ll save the explanation of my words for the next post. The words are slightly tied to my crafty memory jar, which is currently betraying AND mocking me and thus not ready, and the universe doesn’t need anymore temptation, that sassy brat.
(We’ll see who wins the sass battle. It’s not like I don’t have any practice.)
*Start with THE RAVEN BOYS. Unless you hate boat shoes. No one would blame you. If so, try THE SCORPIO RACES.
** Ronan Lynch tests this theory. Daily.
***Past Shannon was a DOOZY but she did what she could with what she had.
**** I am regretting this choice because who gives up comfortable, worn-in glasses? Oh. I do. Because the new ones are AMAZING, that’s why.