I’ve been thinking about this brand-new year (who hasn’t?) and wondering how I can make it better than last year, right from the comfort of my own
home. Since Covid has taken the task of commuting to work off my to-do list, I figure I have time to make some sort of plan for 2022. Covid prison
If I said that I didn’t think about making a list of New Year’s Resolutions, I’d be lying. But as you’ve probably heard, the latest trend in New Year’s Resolutions is don’t make any because they don’t work. I disagree. They CAN work. The trick is to write them down and then scotch tape them all over your home so that you can be reminded of how you’re failing at life every ten minutes. (I didn’t say it was a good trick.)
So, here’s my list:
Top of my list for 2022 is my mental health. Not that I’m mentally unhealthy. I just want to make sure that my regular state of optimism doesn’t get folded away with the mound of towels that’s been sitting on my dining room table for the past two weeks.
This brings me to my second New Year’s Resolution: stay on top of the laundry. I really don’t know why there’s so much laundry in this house. It’s not like I go anywhere, and I’ve gotten into the habit of wearing yoga pants ALL THE TIME. Whether I’m planning to work out in my basement or writing at my desk, the attire is yoga casual.
My third New Year’s Resolution is to actually do yoga in said yoga pants. Gyms are closed and I don’t want to invest in expensive gym equipment. We all know what happens to expensive gym equipment, right? The treadmill ends up serving as the in-between spot for clothes that are too clean to go in the laundry hamper and not quite clean enough to go back into the dresser drawer. So, yoga while wearing yoga pants it is. (As I write this, we are in the third week of January and so far I’ve missed 27 yoga practices. I’m hoping to gain momentum in February.)
Fourth on my list of New Year’s Resolutions is to learn how to sleep. I don’t know if it’s an age thing or if I should remove all devices from my bedroom, but the act of sleeping has been replaced by the act of tossing and turning until I pull a muscle. Although I’m hoping that the pulling-a-muscle-while-lying-in-bed-at-ridiculous-o’clock part will fix itself once I get serious about my yoga practice. What am I saying? Of course it will. It’s one of my New Year’s Resolutions. If it’s on the list, then I will achieve it!
My fifth New Year’s Resolution is about cutting out all the crap from my life. This includes people (easy since I haven’t actually seen another human in two years) and doing things that I don’t like but feel like I should because they are good for me.
Note: I think I just took yoga off my list of New Year’s Resolutions.
So, my list of five has just been cut down to four AND we’re still in January. If this isn’t proof that New Year’s Resolutions work, I don’t know what to tell you.
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