For many years I wrote down New Year’s Resolutions…the main one was always that I would lose weight. I’d been overweight for most of my life and doesn’t almost everyone make that resolution?
And doesn’t making resolutions at the beginning of the new year mean that you think…well, you think you’re just not good enough as you are.
Maybe the most important resolution is to be happy with myself as I am. Everything else is not important.
I’m a very lucky woman. I have a lovely home (full of stuff, some of it antiques) with nature all around me. I have a wonderful husband who loves me and a great daughter who is always there for me. I have a smart and sassy grandson and lovely stepchildren (step-adults?) whom I love as if they were my own. My family also consists of several four-legged furbabies who love me even when I’m crabby.
But there are some things I want to do more consistently:
I want to complain less.
I want to walk more so I can enjoy the fields and woods around me.
I want to write every day.
Those are the only things I want to do differently this new year. I will not always succeed but I will not be upset with myself when I fail.
That is the most important thing…not to be upset with myself…to accept me as I am.
And that is a good thing.