It's New Years Eve, and my back is aching. It might stop if I sat up straight to type – ever. But I don't. I sit on my couch every day, editing photos and blogging, with the laptop balanced precariously on the arm of the couch, my legs pulled up to the side of me, and me leaning towards the key pad.
I expect that if I don't right this minute, sometime in my life I will strongly resemble the letter S. You will see me walking down the road and it will look like my lower half is headed east and by top half is headed west. Then you won't talk to me because I will look so confused you'll have already caught on to the fact that I have no idea what I am talking about. It will be a lonely life, in the shape of an S with no one to talk to.
So this year, I will sit up straighter.
The jeans that Jamie bought me for Christmas this year don't fit. The not fitting of the jeans happens as annually as Christmas. The man trots off to the mall, armed with a list of sizes, store and color preferences I have provided him, and then comes home wraps it nicely and sets it beneath the tree. Christmas morning I open the box and realize that even though it was me who told him the sizes, store and color preference, the box must have shrunk the clothes. Those darn boxes must be made by the dryer company that seems to be making all of the clothes I already own too tight. It's a conspiracy. I need to be proactive though and outsmart the dryer, or never wash my pants again. While never washing clothes again sounds like a very easy option, it won't bode well for popularity and I might as well walk around like the letter S if I am going to be smelly.
So this year, I will eat better.
Please God if I set these meagre goals, next year I can tell you I succeeded. Currently I can only report that in the full year of 2009 I did not in fact have the resolve to adhere to any of the lofty resolutions I set out for myself one year ago to the day.
I can tell you that I didn't open a photography studio. That was my big thing. But the economy decided to take a nosedive in the last year or so and even though photos are an awesome thing to spend money on, I didn't think it was a wise decision to open a swank new studio when I heard every day about someone losing their job. Please God, the economy will rebound and I can buy buckets of purple paint and make me a snazzy studio, but this time, I might need to plan more thoroughly than just vowing on my Blog to do such a thing.
Also on my list from last year, I am honesty reporting that I am no thinner. But I am not any taller, so I figure those things are equal. Though on a positive note, I don't look quite as wrinkly as I might. However, I should pay more attention to my regular hair maintenance to avoid meltdowns of epic proportions caused by my roots getting away with themselves on the very day the back of my hair is too long and unruly to straighten.
The straightened blonde bob is very versatile and I must admit, it did stop my mother from telling me that I looked like a soccer mom. But in reality, working from home does lend itself well to a pony tail. In fact, when your entire social life revolves around a hockey rink, I don't think it's unreasonable to have a low maintenance 'do.
So this year, I will grow a pony tail.
I have decided that 3 small goals are better than one lofty goal. You will note that I have not sworn that I will be wearing a bikini at Sylvain Lake, with perfect posture and blonde hair blowing in the wind by 2011.
But I will make an effort, and hopefully one year to the day from now, I will be happy to report that I am sitting up straighter, in the jeans from Christmas 2009 (and 2008, and maybe those ones from 2007 if all goes well) with my hair in a luxurious ponytail.
Happy New Year to all of my friends, family and followers! Best of luck on your resolutions! I would love to hear what you have all resolved to do!
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