I always think it’s a good idea to make them. And I usually sort of do … but not until February. Why? Because once upon a time, I heard somewhere that it takes 28 days to make or break a habit. Which is basically perfect in terms of calendar days in February, save for that pesky leap year. It also means that January can be utilized as a practice month.
But Happy 2018 anyway!!
That all said, I would like to put some the things in writing that I plan to achieve this year:
Replace all forms of online dating with a variety of podcasts,
Read at least two books every month,
Complete three or more MOOCs in the calendar year,
Complete my medical editing certificate,
Drink more water,
Learn to make awesome crusty bread,
Become an Instant Pot ninja,
Eat less fried foods,
Become a regular at the neighbourhood gym,
Say “yes” to more things (people, activities, etc.),
Stop feeling bad about saying “no” to things (people, activities, etc.),
Continue spending quality time with my family and friends,
Actually get this dementia volunteering thing started (training has been postponed twice due to outbreak in the facility),
Complete either the Seniors MHFA participant course or instructor training (bucking for the second one),
Make it back to BC to see friends and meet babies before they grow up and go to college,
See other parts of Canada,
Build the extension for my kitchen counter and find some awesome bar stools/chairs to go with it,
Resurface all the counters in my house (there’s only two),
I wish I could say that I’ve been doing super productive things. I wish I could say that I was totally engrossed in self-care activities. I wish I could say that I was just too busy to pay attention to all things online. But I can’t.
What I will say is honest.
I’ve been down in the freaking dumps. I’ve struggled with my anxiety. I’ve wondered if I would actually be diagnosed as depressed. I’ve been in touch with my eTherapist. I’ve taken extra time off. I’ve struggled to get out of bed in the morning. I’ve struggled to spend time with family and friends. I’ve thought about how bummed out I seem to get when my love life is in the dumps. I’ve thought about how much I hate when people spout the old “you can’t love someone else until you love yourself” or “how can you expect someone else to love you if you don’t love you?”
I’ve eaten a lot of crappy food. I’ve eaten a lot of good food. I’ve just eaten a lot of food. So there’s presently more of me to love (or not love, depends on when or who you ask).
But I’m starting to turn that around.
It’s the second annual salad challenge. I’m failing quite miserably, even with the expanded “rules” … but I am eating more healthfully and conscientiously. I’m using my gym pass. I’ve not ventured far from the “random” setting on the treadmill, but I’ve started the month strong and the scale is responding in the right way. I’m making plans with friends and keeping them. I’m recognizing when I need a day off and am taking it. I’m getting involved with my community through volunteerism. And I’m researching all sorts of potential education opportunities. [Truthfully, the volunteerism and one of those opportunities could potentially be quite intricately linked.]
I’m making the efforts to feel better. To be better. And to do better.
I wish I could say that I’ve accomplished all the betters listed above, but the truth is that I think they’re always going to be a work in progress.