I quit doing resolutions years ago. Those seemed pointless in the long run. ‘New year, new me’ was a hard thing to get behind, especially when you’re dragging the last year with you.
So I started doing goals. That seemed more reasonable. Everyone has goals, and making goals sounds less…fickle than making resolutions. Yeah, I said fickle. You know how the gyms get crowded on January 1, then by February 1, they’re a little bit less crowded, then by March 1, they’re mostly back to normal? That’s what I didn’t want to be. So goals it was…except, all I was doing was carrying most of the goals from one year to the next.
Sounds ‘resolution-y’ to me.
But that’s all I had to work with.
We might have to change the dating system to make 2020 the new marker of age. Sorry, 1 A.D.
I can’t say anything specific happened in 2020 for me. I didn’t catch the virus, I didn’t have to go to work with or in the virus, I didn’t have to…actually, I didn’t have to do much of anything. I stayed home. And worked from home, but with fifteen hours of weekly commute time returned to me, I now had time to think and do other things. And I did those other things.
Go to the gym? No, because the gyms were closed, but hey, running outside was now a thing. As were workout apps.
Eat right? We’ll go with, “Sure.” Mostly because going to the store was now the only thing to do, and stores have food and now we could get creative. Yes, sometimes we had coffee for breakfast, cake for lunch and cereal for dinner, but mostly, we were trying some new recipes and foods (tempeh and steaked cauliflower, anyone?).
Lose weight? Yep. A big yep.
Start a new business and watch it take off? I had already started my own business a couple of years before, but I was now watching it pick up steam, so check.
My point is, I was now doing stuff, I was actually getting to that list of things I didn’t, couldn’t or wouldn’t do before. And when December rolled around, I was determined to finish striking as many things off that list. Again, 2020 wasn’t as traumatic for me as it was for others, but I think we can all agree, sometimes, you just want to say, “Enough is enough,” as you shake the dust off your shoes and walk away, not looking back for anything.
And for the first time in my life, I was able to that. I finished the year and left it behind me. (Actually, that pleasure came yesterday, but who’s counting?) I accomplished much last year, but the most significant thing was when I finished editing a book that I had been working on for the better part of 2020. (‘Dragging my feet’ on is a better description of what I was [or wasn’t] doing.) And it was only after I saved my edits, closed the file and sent it off that I realized the significance of what I did: I had completed my goal list for 2020 and was started 2021 with ‘nothing’ to do.
Ah, don’t mind me as I revel in my ‘nothingness’ over here.
Honestly, it feels like I’m starting a new adventure, and I don’t have to worry about finding a baby/dog sitter, giving notice, or packing anything–I can just pick up and go. I’m OCD, so I will make a new list, but damn, it feels good to start the year unburdened, to start 2021 with a blank slate. I can do anything I want with it, make it anything I want it to be, decide what I’m going to accomplish this year. And I will do just that…
After I get a cup of coffee.
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