Christmas is over and the New Year has finally rolled around again – my favorite part of the holiday season , actually.
I see Christmas kind of like Mardi Gras, or bachelor and bachelorette parties. The great, big, last hurray before you have to knock-off all those shenanigans and begin anew.
For Mardi Gras loving Catholics, beginning anew means putting away the beads, locking up the liquor cabinet, pulling your shirt down, and preparing for Lent with prayers and fasting before Easter. For bachelors and bachelorettes, well, you know.
With Christmas and the New Year, it’s all about indulging in rich, holiday food that is not good for us in any way whatsoever – which makes it taste all the better if you ask me – spending too much money on gifts, partying hard on New Year’s eve, then making resolutions to start a new exercise plan, and to do things differently next year.
I’ve made a lot of New Year’s resolutions in my life, and frankly, I’ve never kept any of them. But that doesn’t stop me from loving a new beginning, because I do. I see the New Year as the ultimate new beginning, where, instead of making a bunch of silly resolutions that I know I won’t keep, I set goals. And being the ambitious, Type-A, achievement oriented woman that I’ve become, there is just something about setting a goal which motivates the heck out me.