I'm not huge of New Year's resolutions. I prefer to set "goals." Less pressure, you know? That way if I get to the end of the year, I don't feel like I beat myself up about it too much. Well, it's February and I'm just getting around to figuring out what I want to accomplish for the year and actually writing it down. How's that for procrastination? I'll keep it simple. I know you don't want the story of my life, so here goes:
Improve my ballet skills. As an adult learner, you take a beating. Mentally, physically. It's brutal. I've run two marathons and this is more psychologically taxing. I feel I should be farther along, but hey, it's all a journey, right? I did learn pointe last year. In my forties. So I'm going to cut myself a little slack. Just wanna keep moving forward.
Write more. I have a writing partner who will be helping me with that. Together, we will churn out some kick-ass prose.
Get my new home organized. When it's been a few months and you're still in boxes, you better get your ass in gear. Which leads me to....
Whittle down my clothing collection. List more on Poshmark, give more to new homes. Must say good-bye to a significant amount of my babies.
Continue to spoil my husband. What can I say, I'm old fashioned.
Not beat myself up if all of this is not accomplished in one month.