Making 2017 My B*itch

2015 was a nightmare. Between being unemployed the first part of the year, being diagnosed with Atypical Ductal Hyperplasia then working for a company that was on par with the prison in the movie Broken Down Palace, I couldn’t wait for the year to be over.

2016 receives a…..well….a meh. I was able to leave said nightmare job for another job. I did do something I have NEVER done in my entire life in 2016: I stuck to blogging. I have never stuck with anything for more than a year (excluding careers and relationships). Don’t get me wrong, I sewed for a long time but haven’t done so in probably 2 years. I haven’t abandoned sewing completely, I just don’t find enjoyment in it like I did. I have never LOVED anything as much as blogging and writing.

So 2017, I look at you like a predator! It’s weird, yesterday was cloudy and rainy. Kind of like Mother Nature being like, “ok, ok, yeah this year hasn’t been the greatest. Let me note that via the weather”. This morning? It was beautiful with a bright sun, barely any clouds and 45 degrees, which is warm for Ohio in January.  It’s like the day was as optimistic as I am about 2017. I feel like we have the right to interpret anything, anyway we choose and I’m choosing to interpret this as a good omen.

Look, my 2017 resolutions are simple:

Gradually adopt a healthy lifestyle This means less wine (weep), more fruits and vegetables, more sleep and lastly exercise (gulp). I’m 40 now and I don’t want to look haggard. I’m not overweight but I’m flabby and probably considered unhealthy.

Grow my writing, blog and literary network I wrote for hours, 2 nights ago and it was amazing. The ideas kept coming and I kept writing. I’ve decided when I’m done with what I hope to be a book, I’m saying, “fuck it” and self-publish on Amazon. The books I have already written are just sitting around and I’m tired of waiting on anyone else to decide my fate. This book will be a way I can test the waters of self-publishing.

Take accountability I’m reading a fantastic book right now by another blogger. It’s called The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*uck by Mark Manson (no, not Marilyn Manson, that’s the devil worshipper guy with boobs) and I’m lovin’ it! He’s not a Psychologist, not some guru, just a very wise person with some very valid points. Basically it’s about prioritizing your “fucks” and training yourself to never consider yourself a victim which means essentially taking accountability for your behavior, reactions, circumstance. This one could be really huge I’m thinking.

Take my sons on a trip I’m tired of my sons seeing friends traveling anywhere from Barcelona, Spain to a cruise to California. They need to realize there is a whole big world out there. Top pick? Potentially Los Angeles to visit my cousin, F. That could make for some interesting stories, especially with F and me at the wheel. Am I right?

And your goals aaarrreeeee? Any of you have goals that are a bit out of the ordinary? Jump out of a plane? Drink or eat more? Watch more t.v.? Do you even believe in new years resolutions? I do!