I churned out about 10 entries chronicling my miserable brothers, my broken heart, and my lack of friendship bracelets before stashing the diary in the back of the drawer and focusing on more interesting things, like talking on the phone.
Since 80% of promises made on December 31st are broken by the time February rolls around, I’ve lately taken to the idea that I ought to be the best person I can be every day, regardless of what the year is. It’s an easy way to sidestep the whole resolution thing.
And so the years have rolled by without much reflection or fanfare.
But this year is different.
For the first time in many years I feel real hope and excitement about the New Year, because I have some big, hairy, audacious goals to achieve, and they are well within reach. 2014 will be the year I aggressively pursue two goals:
- By starting a new business venture that is complementary to my Pilates business, I will double my income
- I will secure a mortgage and jump back into the same housing market that ate nearly all of my savings in 2009
Phew! 2014 is sure to bring challenge and stress. It is sure to test my tenacity, my confidence, and my ability to mother my children as I see fit. But I’m ready.