It’s a new year! It’s a new day! It’s a new me!
Blah. Blah. Blah.
Isn’t it funny how every December, we get so excited for all the possibilities the new year holds? Like many people I know, I love the idea of the “fresh, clean slate” of January 1st. As a longtime friend recently put it, even though it’s just another day, it somehow feels different. It feels new. Like you get to start all over again. Awesome!
I embrace the new beginning, running toward at full-speed, although those of you who read this post may question how fast my full-speed actually is.
In preparation for my transformation, I took a few hours to myself. I ignored the masses of dog hair scattered across the floor, I left the dirty dishes on the side and shut myself away from the rest of the world. I spent the time flicking through magazines (which is never easy when you have a dog who insists on sitting right in the middle of your lap) and earmarked pages with grandiose plans of new ways of doing things. I also went online and clipboarded sections of relevant blogs and articles. I did everything to make sure that when the clock struck midnight on New Year’s Eve, there’d be a new sheriff in town. Gone would be the days of unorganized, unhealthy, unthrifty, and just in general “un” me. Perhaps I’d finally search up what is the best steam mop to see my floors sparkling clean instead of clumps of dog hair and dirt.
I’d be back on Weight Watchers eating healthy. I’d do yoga every morning and cardio at least 30 minutes per day. Eight hours of sleep–no more staying up in front of a movie, buried in a good book, or playing Words with Friends til my eyes crossed. I’d purchase one of those Roombas, to save myself from having to vacuum every single day, a necessary by-product of a dog who sheds enough hair to cloak a small horse.
I printed out menu planning templates with color-coded Post-it notes to create a binder and answer the dreaded “What’s For Dinner?” question a month in advance. I bought foam for a vision board and carefully cut out magazine pictures and words that spoke to my being and called to my soul, helping me visualize my innermost yearnings and bring them to fruition. I ruminated over time schedule layouts to maximize my productivity and get the most out of my different hats as a freelance writer, novelist, wife, mom, friend, woman, human being, etc.
I decided to create a gratitude journal so our family could document the new year’s happy moments each night at dinner. I cut out more magazine pictures to decorate the journal.
I. Was. Ready. Charged up and crouched at the 2015 start line, waiting for the Times Square ball to drop the gauntlet on the emergence of “new me”.
I didn’t jump out of the gate exactly as I had planned, though. After a really late New Year’s Eve at a Billy Joel concert and a crap breakfast at 2am, I slept in on the big day. But when I did get up, I was ready to take on the world and bask in the universe’s starlights shining down on me. But then My Knight and I sat out on the porch and chatted a while. We checked Facebook. We watched TV. We took a nap and woke up groggy. We went out to dinner. Stayed up late and watched a movie.
January 2nd rolled in, and the menu planning templates and post-it notes were covered by the mail. The magazine clippings for the vision board and gratitude journal scattered across the floor when the dogs crashed into the pile I left by the couch.
January 3rd just didn’t inspire me. I shuffled from room to room, staring at the fragments of my unfinished projects with dread, guilt, and disdain. Ping pong with the boys and a late afternoon nap seemed more fitting for a Saturday.
Sunday the 4th was a delightful day of celebration–a dear friend’s birthday party, an improv class, and a late airport pick-up and dinner with my college roommate.
So here I sit. January 5th. Five days into the wondrous spectacle of the “new me.” The slate is already dusty. There ain’t a meal planned for tonight, much less the rest of the week or month. The yoga mat’s still in the bottom of my closet, covered in flip-flops. The floor needs to be
combed vacuumed. I stayed up til almost one last night, and I woke up with a headache and a deficiency of desire to move.
So here’s the deal. If you made a crapload of resolutions and commitments for the new year, and you are on day 5 of keeping it real–you go on with your bad self!! I am knocked-out with admiration and respect for you.
If, however, you’re wondering where the last five days went and lamenting that it’s pretty much February already, then join with me in proclaiming tomorrow–January 6th– to be A FRESH, CLEAN SLATE!!
That’s right, friends and neighbors. Tomorrow, January 6, 2015 is a new day. A great day to start improving and doing and being all that you can be. A fantastic day to finally put in place all those changes you’ve been pondering.
In fact, it’s probably better to start tomorrow than if we had actually gotten it together for January 1st. The 1st is really overrated, don’t you think? Why be conformists? Why do what everyone else is doing? Anyone could start over on New Year’s Day! But the 6th? That takes some special chutzpah.
YIPPEE!!! WOOHOO!!! I am so excited I can barely contain myself right now. I just can’t wait for tomorrow to get here so I can be more organized, more efficient, more creative, more driven. I’ll be thinner, healthier, better-rested, and more focused. I’ll be all that and then some. Tomorrow.
So now that the pressure and guilt are gone from today, I think I’ll have a glass of tea and some boiled peanuts. Take in an episode of Love it or List It. Maybe a nap.
Who’s with me?