I started scribbling (digitally).
It really had nothing to do with January first, but the beginning of a new semester (because that’s when I clean out my planner).
The scribbles turned into sub points of four categories of resolutions.
- Listen to the (whole) Bible
- Spend more time with kids
- Blog more
- Figure out how to love work
- Become a hipster
- Weekly 10k
- Google “better booty”
- Read hunger games?
- Spend three weekly events learning music
Then, it took form and became a lot of words.
Listen to the whole Bible – I have always had success with auditory learning. I used to listen to large chunks of the Bible (instead of read) to increase my reading comprehension and recollection. I drive a lot, so I have more time to listen than to read anyway. So, this isn’t as daunting of a task as it may seem. I need an audio Bible and a reading plan to make it perfectly palatable. I installed an audio Bible on my phone and started thinking about what reading plan I could use to accomplish this goal. The interesting part of this resolution is that I picked up my phone (as a passenger in the minivan) to look up plans to read the Bible in a year. My phone vibrated before I hit the search button. My dear friend sent a message to a bunch of ladies asking us to join a group where we would read the Bible together in a year. She had picked out a plan and spearheaded the creation of a discussion group. She is my easy button.
Spend more time with the kids. This one is a no-brainer. These awesome little people aren’t getting any smaller. This one might be described better as “more saying no to work and yes to the kids.”
Blog more. Done. Now, I need to continue this therapeutic practice instead of making lists of what I would blog about if I took the time. I doubt that anyone reads this but my husband, but he thinks it’s funny and I get words out of my head.
Figure out how to love work. Work is not what I wanted work to be. The work that brings home bacon is time consuming and becoming more so. It’s gotten bigger than the job that I signed on for with phrases like “We think that you would be great for this new task and we think that it should be part of your 40 hours.” And on the flip side, “Well, we’re not going to give you more hours to use for staff (the hours that I would be now busy with all of my new tasks).” I really appreciate that they think that I can sneeze magic rainbows and make it work, but every magic rainbow that leads to a success at work is a look of disappointment from my children or my husband treating me like I’m an outsider to the groove that they have going in my absence.
I love the other “work” though. It brings little to no bacon, but I love it. That’s where I’m alive. The only problem with that is that my family can’t seem to handle me being gone for the little bit extra to do job #2.
The thing about the bringing home bacon job is that I think that it’s what I’m supposed to be doing right now. My gut says that I need to be here. Furthermore, as long as I’m there, I’m thrilled. Every morning, I begrudge going. Every night, I regret that I wasn’t home. But I love my job while I’m there. Therefore, I need to accentuate the positives and find fixes for the negatives. I don’t like the commute? Listen to the Bible. I don’t like the extra time? Leave and play with the kids instead. But I need to be happy with the job where I’m going to be spending a large portion of my life. Happiness is a better choice than misery.
Become a Hipster. This one requires a longer explanation. But I think it would be occupationally and possibly socially beneficial. I need to learn how to do that though.
Physical – Let me preface this by saying that I read an article on New Year’s Eve that used the term skinny-fat. This refers to one who is reasonably small and therefore appears to be skinny when fully clothed, but is much too unhealthfully flabby where it’s hidden. I’ve lost 45 lbs. I’m hearing, “No! You CAN’T lose any more!” I beg to differ. Actually, my wads of jiggle beg to differ. It’s not about small. It’s about replacing jiggle with strength. Between bellybutton and knees, major changes need to take place.
Weekly 10ks. I have run an experiment 3 different times in the last decade and a half. Every time, I’ve reached the same conclusion. Running makes me thicker; walking makes me slimmer. This was a painful conclusion because outside of the experiment, walking seems like the wussy version of running. Who wants to be a wus? I have decided that I need to change the parameters of the experiment. I called the distance the constant and the activity the variable. So, a three-mile walk was compared with a three-mile run. However, research suggests that mom metabolism doesn’t reach a fat-burning zone until 45 minutes into the cardio. A 3 mile run takes less than half an hour. That’s not enough time to get into a fat burning zone. So, the new experiment is to make time the constant (well, time range) and distance the variable. Cardio activities should take between 45 to 75 minutes. At least two activities per week need to start with a 10k run.
I must add that for the first time in years, I have lost enough weight that if the experiment goes awry and I get thicker, it won’t crush my soul.
Google “better booty.” I’m not really sure what that means (hence the googling), but two things are for sure. 1) No matter how small the rest of me becomes, this thing will always be large. I should probably be a better steward. 2) I have a long list of stuff to work on already, so this one is not urgent. So, it’s not a January goal, but maybe a June goal.
Read Hunger Games? Let me explain the question mark. I have a hard time calling fiction of any sort academic. It’s still reading, so it has academic potential. However, fiction (reading that which is not factual) seems counterproductive academically. Now, I think (the scheme that so far resides in my head) that the path from nerd (current state) to hipster is bridged with geekiness. That is, things that have the aroma of nerdiness, but have saturated popular culture that they warrant a fan following. Then again, from what I understand about Hipsters, I need to read the series prior to becoming one so that I can scoff as if it was some unimportant rite of passage that was so last fad. Therefore, it’s still a question mark. Then again, I thought that of Harry Potter. I was going to read it to preview it for my young son. I was captivated. For the first time in 25 years, I read fiction willingly and it was intended for children.
Spend three weekly events learning music. My brother-in-law drew my name for Christmas. He gave me a piano arrangement book and then goaded me for not sight-reading fast enough. (FYI, I doubt that he could find 5 Facebook friends who are not professional musicians who sight-read anywhere near as well as I did.) It’s about the level that I played when I stopped spending time learning new music (end of high school). So, really, it’s a perfect starting point. I need to grow that skill back to where it was. It’s merely wasteful not to do so. So, I want to spend three sessions (no specific time, just until I’m done) per week learning more music as opposed to playing the same things over and over by memory. This resolution is vague (not piano specific) because I learned the viola conceptually when I was 25 and promptly put it down. Now, I still sound terrible and I still have the tapes on it like a middle-schooler. Also, my left hand understands guitar chords, but my right hand thinks strumming is weird. So, there’s LOTS of room for musical improvement.