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Happy New Year (cue the obligatory Auld Lang Syne)

January 4, 2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The presents are opened.  I ate too much butter.  I poured (and drank) an extra glass of wine.  The tree is dried out and saggy, and scraps of wrapping paper seem to come out of nowhere.  Santa came, and The Kids had a great Christmas.

What’s next?

Ah, yes.  New Year’s Eve.  Amateur night.  Plans made for NYE are never as fun as we think they’ll be, especially if they cost a bunch of money, or require formal attire.  Someone usually barfs, and cabs are hard to find.  So are babysitters, and they cost an arm and a leg.  It’s impossible to get dinner reservations, but I never want to cook.  We usually end up gathering with friends, having drinks by a fire, and counting down with champagne at midnight.   Low key is our style.

And then we resolve to do better in 2012 (do you say twenty-twelve or two thousand twelve?).  For some, it means closing out a rough year.  Loved ones have passed, and first holidays were celebrated without them.  An illness was diagnosed, treatment plans prepared.  Jobs were lost, requiring major budgetary changes.   Out with 2011 and in with a new year.   A fresh start.

Others look back, remembering  a special wedding, the birth of a grandchild, or the purchase of a new home, a first Disney trip, or a found job, wondering how 2012 could be any better.

Either way, NYE is a time to reflect.  And drink champagne.  And make lofty goals.

I’m always filled with bright ideas.  I’ll learn to be runner, and finally lose those extra ten pounds.  I will eat healthy foods.  I will only spend time with people who enrich my life.  No more drama.  I will be more patient with my children, or only have wine twice per week.   I will be nicer to my husband, even if I’ve had a bad day.  I will stick to the budget.   The list goes on and on.

For the first few days, I join the masses at the gym, waiting my turn for a treadmill.  As the weeks pass, I come up with a different excuse for why I can’t go workout.   Before I know it, I’m back to my lazy ways.

In some ways, I hate the idea of resolutions.  We set ourselves up for failure by making a list of so many things we want to improve, only to discover that we don’t have the willpower or the time to follow through.  We’re left with nothing but that pesky muffin top and defeat.

Don’t get me wrong.  Goals are a great idea.  I just think we need to be realistic.  We need to understand that sometimes we will cheat, fail, or even just forget what we promised.

I’d love to keep up with my entire aforementioned list.  I would be the perfect wife, the perfect mom, and the perfect friend.  I’m not perfect, though.  I can only do my best.  Besides, if I really follow through with all of those things, I’d have to decrease my wine intake, which would make most of those other things impossible.  I’m kidding.  I don’t need to drink wine before going for a run.

This year we have quiet plans at the lake.  We invited another family, so it’s kid friendly and laid back.  I’m not making any resolutions or promises I can’t keep.  I’m only hoping we can stay up long enough to see the ball drop.  Cheers!

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2 Comments leave one →
  1. Mandi permalink
    January 4, 2012 2:05 pm

    Love this one!!

  2. January 4, 2012 9:25 pm

    i never make ny resolutions, bc i don’t like setting myself up for failure. and only drinking 2 glasses of wine a week with 3 kids- no way! wine makes me a better parent- ha!! i love your witty outtakes on this tradition of making resolutions. but being more patient with my kiddos- priority number one- being more bold with my business- number two. hopefully a good box of wine is available to accomplish both…happy new year jenny!!!

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