The holidays have come and gone with no blog posts. They were fantastic — shopping, baking (especially gingerbread boys with my boy), the tree (and Boo saying hi and bye to it), new toys, family, hearing Boo say Merry Christmas and Happy New Year for the first time — all good stuff! Boo became a huge fan of holiday carols. Among his favorites: “Jingle Bells” and “Dominick the Donkey”. Boy knows his heritage! “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” took a distant third. Good choice, my man.
While I’m sure my lack of writing really hasn’t rocked your world, it does bug me. No shortage of ideas over here, but serious lack of motivation. I’m not usually one for New Year’s resolutions. I used to make them and they typically led to abysmal failure. Total set-up. So I’ve learned over the years to set the bar pretty low. That’s right — low expectations. That’s the key to my game.
My resolutions typically start with the word try. They go something like this:
- Try to exercise.
- Try to write more.
- Try to eat better.
- Try to work harder.
- Try to get out more.
- Try not to look like I require an intervention from Clinton and Stacy. Actually, I take that back. I need the help.
- Try not to polish off the tortilla chips in one sitting.
- Try not to talk back to the dust bunnies.
- Try to be a better mom/wife/human being in the world.
You really can’t go wrong with trying. Am I right here? I figure if I hit the gym once, I tried. If I eat half the bag of tortilla chips, well, I tried. Trying is what it’s all about. I figure, if I don’t at least try, then I didn’t really care in the first place. And if I don’t care, that kinda sucks.
So tell me, what will you try?