Dear loyal blog readers,
Lately I have been a blah-grrr.
As in, I feel too blah to blog.
I blame it on winter.
And, I’ve been mourning the loss of the Braverman family on NBC’s Parenthood.
I don’t watch much TV so it upsets me that the only show I really love ended.
I haven’t been able to think straight since Zeek’s heart attack.
Okay so that’s only part of the problem.
It’s also J-a-n-u-a-r-y.
Longest month of the year, well except for the supposedly shortest month of
January means New Year’s resolutions.
I am tired of setting goals and trying to be better.
Let everyone else challenge themselves to “the next level” or “dive into their passions” or “live the life of their dreams,” or “maximize their performance.”
I’ve always been a fairly ambitious person and goals have been a big part of my life.
But, right now, my most ambitious goal is to put my sunglasses back in their case after I wear them so they won’t get scratched.
You. Think. I’m. Kidding.
Maybe aging is the culprit here but when I read things about setting big, hairy, audacious goals, I just want to take a nap.
In fact, taking an occasional nap seems like another good goal for 2015.
So, there you have it, hold me to it, dear readers.
In 2015 I am going to take good care of my sunglasses and take a few naps.
I’m also not going to finish books I don’t like.
Too many great books in the world for me to suffer through the ones that only hold a vague promise of getting better soon.
So, goodbye to Anna Quindlen’s book Still Life With Bread Crumbs.
Other readers may love you, but I don’t.
So you’re going to the donation bin so that someone else can try to love you.
And, I’m not going to have a weight loss goal either.
Nope. Not this year.
If it by some miracle it happens, fantastic.
But it’s not a goal.
I’m not writing it down, posting inspiring quotes around my house or taping pictures of perfect women on the fridge to motivate me.
No SMART goals for me this year.
I’m going to be happy as a slacker.
My sister sent me the perfect quote to support me in my quest of slacker-ness.
“Dieting is easy. It’s like riding a bike. And the bike’s on fire. And the ground’s on fire. And everything’s on fire because you’re in hell.”
Got that right.
This year is going to be different.
Happy New Year.
I hope I’ve been a source of great inspiration to you all.
If not that, a dose of my reality.