New Year's resolutions don't work for me. Giving up things for Lent never worked for me either. It's that whole self-flagellation thing. Instead of being nicer to yourself, be meaner. Tried that, and for the longest time, I couldn't figure out where my self-esteem went.
My college roommate gave up candy for Lent in her freshman year. It seems to me that God was probably sitting up on Rainbow Bridge in a comfy chair with a bag of Jelly Babies, listening to that declaration, and with a shake of the head, saying, "Even I wouldn't go that far."
I do much better with a list of projects that are both fun and good for me, and only rarely involve a "should."
So this year's list includes knitting or crocheting a blanket (or possibly putting both in one blanket - can you do that?), taking cello lessons (this is a carryover from last year, but my cat's terminal illness severely cut into funds, so these had to be put on hold), eating breakfast at home rather than at work, scheduling (and keeping) more play dates, making a large dent in reading list, going to see Julia's kitchen at the Smithsonian (and if I get the job I recently applied for, this may be made vastly easier), completing alternative medicine certificate course, writing at least one whitepaper on alternative medicine, going for a three-peat during NaNoWriMo in November, taking at least one day off every month, and visiting someplace interesting that has absotively nothing to do with a business trip.
I think that's all do-able, or at least attempt-able. I don't worry too much about accomplishing everything on my yearly project lists. I just consider it utter failure if I don't get any of it done.
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