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New Year’s is a bit like spring cleaning.
You take stock of everything in your closet and get rid of the clothes that are out of date or a little tight in the middle. You sweep under the refrigerator and remove a plentiful amount of dust.
Similarly, you get to take a good, hard look at those things in your life you would rather leave behind in the past year. You make a new start.
So this year I promise to procrastinate more. There are always more chores than there is time and eventually everything that I want to do gets pushed to the back burner. Little by little, it’s easy to forget that there’s a life outside of work and maintaining my home. I start turning down dinner invitations and other outings and soon my life consists of nothing fun. With that in mind, I’ll be happy with good enough when that allows me to spend time in more meaningful ways.
This year, I’ll start out with dessert first and work my way backward. Far too often, by the time I’ve eaten my green beans and tossed salad, I’m too full for the best portion of the meal.
I’ll be lazier this year. Last spring, when my husband and I visited Arizona and lounged by the pool, I went a little stir crazy. I read a few books and napped under the sun but only after telling myself repeatedly that doing nothing was in fact doing something. In the future, I’ll relish those moments when I can do whatever I want without feeling like I should be spending my time somewhere else.
I’ll take lessons from those annoying paparazzi. Everywhere I go I’ll carry along my camera, capturing the moments that unfold around me. Far too often I let moments pass me by and wish later I had some tangible reminder of those times. Photos are a wonderful way to jog memories.
I’ll yell and scream more. And clap loudly. Even tough the economy is making money tight, I’ll find ways to get out of my house and go to plays or baseball games.
I’ll ignore my mother’s warnings and leap without looking. I’ll try new things without first checking into all the risks and possibilities.