I haven’t made any resolutions. I happened to walk more recently than I usually do, but I started a few months ago walking regularly again, so this was just extra. I’d like to make it a normal thing, and as I pondered how to do so, my ratty over 15-year-old walking shoes bothered me as did my poorly fitting jeans. I don’t own workout clothes. Working out in jeans is not…ideal.
Post-Christmas break, the budget doesn’t agree with new workout clothes. And the effort to find clothes that fall into the sweet Venn diagram middle challenges any inner calm I might have.
I can, of course, walk in what I’ve got. (And I’m anxious about finally getting Covid and missing work.)
I still don’t have a resolution to exercise more.
I’ve been watching these home makeover/organizing shows. But I’m NOT making a resolution to be more organized.
2022 just doesn’t feel like a resolution year. It doesn’t even feel real, this change, this extra 2… I’m not in the mood for it, frankly.
But here it is. Like an awkward, unpredictable houseguest.
I don’t have resolutions for my writing or my art or my teaching. The plan is to get to October, when decorations can go up again. And I don’t do the choose-a-word-for-your-year thing, but if I did, it would probably be that unglamorous word maintain.
That’s it. Maaaiiinnnnntaaaaiiinnnnn!
What about you? Do you have a word for the year? Any resolutions?
What are you looking forward to?
Take care, y’all. Stay safe.
I’ve succeeded in one year of Patreon! I am really happy about that. If I can do one year, another one can happen!