I'm rolling out of bed around 11:30 on this delightfully slothful New Year's Eve in anticipation of a hard day: We might have to leave the house for lunch, a movie, and maybe some grocery shopping for tonight. Otherwise we're barricaded in with rental movies and intentions of staying in our pajamas as long as possible.
I named 2007 "
Year of the Western Star," a theme that worked beautifully as its own resolution for the year. Ian and I have struck out in our little pioneer venture. Not a day has gone by that I haven't remembered this theme and meditated on it in some small way. I feel healthy. I feel strong. I'm in a good place at the end of this year.
Some resolutions in the old year were more casual than others, and that was reflected in my dedication to achieving them:
Treat myself with tenderness, love, and acceptance.
Remembered this often, and it made a huge positive difference for me.
Hug more!
Abandoned this before I even got out of January. I'm just not a touchy-feely person.
Treat my body with respect, and lose 15 pounds.
My goal was to reach 221 pounds this year. I weight 208.
Indulge in the luxury of Yoga.
I can't begin to describe what a hugely positive effect this has had on my health!
Get the car washed every other month.
Did great with this until we left Atlanta, and have washed my car only once since then. It did prove to me how much more I enjoy driving and "having" to be in the car when it's clean, inside and out, however. This may have seemed like a stupid resolution, but it served a purpose.
I don't feel like there's any unfinished business of the Year of the Western Star hanging over me in the new year. I accomplished what was important to me. I'm in a good place to push off for something new!
Traceroo