I was all set to write a wrap-up of 2017, but as a drafted the blog in my head while walking my dog, I realized the entire blog I was preparing was basically a big whiny whine. There was so much whining I had to use the word twice. So, I’m calling 2017 a scratch and moving on.
I’d like to say I’m going to kick 2018 in the a$$, but I already know that the first few months of the year are full of commitments I’m not excited about but feel obligated to perform anyway. (I’m being vague in a huge effort to not whine about those commitments. Is it working?) This year’s new year resolutions are, therefore, less vaulty goals like losing that 15 kilos I really NEED to lose and more about handling the busy, chaotic life I currently find myself embroiled in.
So, without further whining ado, here are my goals for 2018:
Spend one hour per day on my TBR. Instead of making lofty goals like ‘I’ll keep up with my TBR’, which everyone knows won’t happen, I’m committing to something I can manage – 60 minutes per day working on my TBR. I’m going to set a timer and everything. By TBR, I mean those books I’ve committed to not only read but also review. I usually read an hour or two per day for relaxation, but reading books I’ve committed to review feels more like work than like relaxation – resulting in me skipping right over the ‘review’ category on my kindle and straight to guilty reads.
Run the CPC Loop Den Haag. For once I’m not committing to working out more or healthy eating. Nope. I’ve just registered for a 10-km run here in town. In addition to playing tennis twice a week, I’ll run twice a week because otherwise I’ll make a darn fool out of myself at this run. I’m hoping my pride will be enough to get me out the door to run when I’m crazy busy.
Learn how to manage my time better. I can’t make any resolutions about doing less because I’m already committed up to my eyeballs. Instead, I need to learn some time management tools to ensure I not only honor my commitments but do so without stress eating and dropping exercise everytime I’m stressed out, which means I would never run at all and be as big as a house before summer hits. I’m not sure how I’m going to accomplish this, but hope springs eternal and all that.