Who doesn't love a new year, a chance at a clean slate? A fresh year ready to unravel before us. Ripe with possibilities. We make resolutions. We'll be better people! We'll do more. Or we'll do less. We'll cook dinners from scratch. We'll save money and lose weight and take up yoga. We'll travel and read novels. This year will be different.
Except that no matter my good intentions, come next January I won't remember what my resolutions were or if I had any at all.
I don't make them usually. I'm constantly evaluating where I am and what I'm doing and where I'd like to be and taking baby steps (or plugging my ears going "La la la") accordingly. I don't need a holiday to remind me to do this I guess, we do it seasonally as a family also. I have an ongoing mental to do list.
Still, sometimes it helps to write things down where other people can see it. Especially things that can otherwise be forgotten, tucked away behind closed doors. Like my studio, that has made progress from what it looked like here to here:
Progress, no? No. Trouble is, I get so little time for crafting now that when I do get a moment I run around like a chicken with her head cut off trying to find stuff. Which means more dumped out boxes on the middle of the floor because I only have 90 seconds before the baby wakes up to find craft supplies and make something.
So in 2010 I will get this studio in order. And drink more water. And try yoga. And cook meals from scratch and never yell at my kids. And parachute out of an airplane. And do more...no wait do less! And...
And...
Okay, I'm making fun. According to this, only about 12% of resolutions are kept. Have you ever made one that you've kept?
