Resolutions...
...I think I'll make some this year.
1: No fast food this year. Ever. Under any circumstances. Why? 'Cause it's bad for my health, my jeans, and my wallet. In fact, I'm not going to limit it there. I'm going to make a real effort at recognizing when I'm eating for comfort or boredom. I'm a big stress eater, and I think that has hampered my meager efforts at taking off these last few. And no, it's not all vanity--I also want to lose a bit more because of my orthopedic pain, which has become disturbingly persistent lately.
2: Begin and finish three original songs. Just three. The hard part is the finishing--I'm not known for my follow through, so I have these forlorn little songs on my hard drive, waiting for their completion. Rather sad. I think the voice lessons Travis got me for Christmas will help stir a little creativity and motivation in that area.
3: Wear no makeup except on special occasions such as: date, party, photo shoot, interview, etc. The tremendous shit-storm that was 2008 effectively wore down any confidence, self-worth, and self-esteem I had managed to build up in my relatively short adult life. So what have I been doing lately? Placing all my confidence in constantly looking like a movie star. And spending an inordinate amount of time doing it. It seemed to me that the only thing I was capable of was looking pretty, so naturally I wanted that feeling of security (albeit a superficial thing) that cosmetics and hairspray can give. But I realize how very internally ugly that renders me. I realize that if I put the same amount of effort into other areas as I do my fleeting good looks, I'd be a much richer person. But I'll admit: some days, I'm really gonna miss my security blanket.
4: Develop the casual friendships I already have. Plain and simple: I want to have [girl]friends who call me up to hang out or see how things are going, or call to vent when their menfolk are acting like douchebags. And I realize that that requires a little work on my part. So here goes nothin'.
And that's all for now. I don't want to do what I always do, which is make impossibly long and poorly prioritized to-do lists that make me feel inadequate when I only achieve a fraction of them in one day. So four is fine, it's do-able.
Happy New Year to all
May '09 be kinder than its predecessor.
-Heather-
P.S. I'd be interested in hearing about your resolutions. If you're making any, that is.
1: No fast food this year. Ever. Under any circumstances. Why? 'Cause it's bad for my health, my jeans, and my wallet. In fact, I'm not going to limit it there. I'm going to make a real effort at recognizing when I'm eating for comfort or boredom. I'm a big stress eater, and I think that has hampered my meager efforts at taking off these last few. And no, it's not all vanity--I also want to lose a bit more because of my orthopedic pain, which has become disturbingly persistent lately.
2: Begin and finish three original songs. Just three. The hard part is the finishing--I'm not known for my follow through, so I have these forlorn little songs on my hard drive, waiting for their completion. Rather sad. I think the voice lessons Travis got me for Christmas will help stir a little creativity and motivation in that area.
3: Wear no makeup except on special occasions such as: date, party, photo shoot, interview, etc. The tremendous shit-storm that was 2008 effectively wore down any confidence, self-worth, and self-esteem I had managed to build up in my relatively short adult life. So what have I been doing lately? Placing all my confidence in constantly looking like a movie star. And spending an inordinate amount of time doing it. It seemed to me that the only thing I was capable of was looking pretty, so naturally I wanted that feeling of security (albeit a superficial thing) that cosmetics and hairspray can give. But I realize how very internally ugly that renders me. I realize that if I put the same amount of effort into other areas as I do my fleeting good looks, I'd be a much richer person. But I'll admit: some days, I'm really gonna miss my security blanket.
4: Develop the casual friendships I already have. Plain and simple: I want to have [girl]friends who call me up to hang out or see how things are going, or call to vent when their menfolk are acting like douchebags. And I realize that that requires a little work on my part. So here goes nothin'.
And that's all for now. I don't want to do what I always do, which is make impossibly long and poorly prioritized to-do lists that make me feel inadequate when I only achieve a fraction of them in one day. So four is fine, it's do-able.
Happy New Year to all
May '09 be kinder than its predecessor.
-Heather-
P.S. I'd be interested in hearing about your resolutions. If you're making any, that is.