New Year’s resolutions have never really been my thing. This blog post itself is a sign of my inability to follow through with something. I was supposed to write this post yesterday; after all, how fitting would it have been to start fresh on such a cool date? 1/1/11 – the day Voula marches on to success! But I have no excuse – stuff got in the way. I was watching a marathon of “The Office” and was mesmerized by Dwight’s dog-like obedience to authority. Now all I have to do is pump myself back up: I AM AWESOME!!!!!!
Here are my New Year’s Resolutions (in no particular order):
(1) Follow-through on plans/goals/whatever. I just have to suck it up and do it. I’m going to chase the good feeling I get when I accomplish something; even something as simple as dusting the living room or cleaning the kitchen counters or shaving my legs. I’m gonna chase it like it’s my next high.
(2) Re-focus on my fitness. Yes, I know, everybody has this resolution when the new year starts. But I must do this. After my gallbladder surgery in August I gained 20 lbs. and frankly, I don’t like looking at my ass anymore. I need to look in the mirror and like what I see. Also, I want to be able to bounce a quarter off said ass.
(3) Focus on my friendships. Or, to put it more bluntly, be a better friend. I have issues with keeping in touch with people and frankly, that is pretty sad for a 31-year-old. “No man is an island,” they say, but for me 2010 was the year I was a lonely little island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, lost in my own head and forgetting my problems by smoking…stuff. I need to clear my head and prioritize the people, not the lonely haze that I have unfortunately become comfortable in.
And I think I will stop my list right here to keep it manageable. I’m taking a deep breath and starting fresh. I’m hoping I don’t fall flat on my face and I’m hoping I come out the other end a better person. And I hope my ass looks like a million bucks. And it’ll look so good I won’t be able to resist giving it a sexy slap.
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