I'm not making resolutions. I never remember them anyway. And I'm pretty sure they always involve not smoking, cleaning, getting organized, finishing up projects...blah blah blah.
I was suppose to go grocery shopping with The Boyfriend. We were going to stay in and make tapas/hor d'oeuvres kinda stuff. But he's sick. So he's been sleeping all day. I've been cleaning.
I decided it's time to let go of my daughter's baby toys and books. She has too much stuff. Enough is enough. It'll go to the basement for now. During the summer, when she's away at my sister's house, I'll be putting everything on eBay and Craigslist. I have to let go. She's a preschooler now.
That makes me sad. She's so big. Her legs are so long. It feels like I brought her home yesterday. But it's time for me to purge this house of her baby stuff and make room for...well, us. This house is too cramped.
Perhaps that will be my resolution for this new year. Letting go. Moving onwards and upwards from bad habits, issues that can never really change or improve,and the tension and stress that is what it is. I'm pretty zen, but letting go of the negative crap isn't easy for me; whether we're talking about the mounds of stuff I've been hoarding or bad feelings about people, things and situations. I need to meditate. Focus on deep breathing. Wish people well when I want to smack them upside the head.
Wish me luck. And good luck to all of you whether you make resolutions for the new year or not. Don't drink and drive. Kiss the people you love. Can you believe Dick Clark is still on air doing the countdown? It's bananas.