Everyone around me is making resolutions, and looking back on the year in review. I’m doing a little bit of that, too, but a little less seriously than most. Mainly because a lot of resolutions are things that I try to resolve to do daily – to be a better partner to Spencer and to be a better pet parent. I also have a 30 things to do in my 30s life list, and that covers most of the usual resolutions that people take on: working out, reading more, travelling.
Honestly, 2010 wasn’t a bad year for us. I have a sense of survivor’s guilt surrounding that with the difficulties that a lot of my friends and family have been facing. Granted, a lot of things didn’t go as planned, I mean, we are still in the desert, but life is good – we both have jobs, all the fur kids are healthy and happy, and our relationship is in a really good place. 2011 is going to be better, of course, we’re getting married and, hopefully, we’ll actually get the chance to relocate.
The only active resolution I’m making is to no longer procrastinate on tedious tasks. I spend so much time dreading really simple, but terribly boring tasks that I can’t enjoy any free time because crap like unloading the dishwasher and returning phone calls are hanging over my head. I know, sounds easy, right? You know, the challenge is going to be getting stuff done without becoming totally inflexible.
Sitting around less, accomplishing more, that’s what 2011 is all about.
My next entry is going to be about things that go bump in the night, and I’m not even talking about our resident ghost.