It’s a point of pride that I make my ‘resolutions’ or annual goals on my birthday, not on New Year’s Day, when the peer pressure to ‘save more’ and ‘weight less’ isn’t so strong. Not that I don’t want to do those things too but because I’d like them to be on my terms dammit. This post, this year’s Resolution, has been bumbling around my brain for a while.
This year. This year, I’m stuck. Things have changed from this time last year – we bought a car, we paid off some debt and generally sucked less with money, I knocked a few things off my 30×30 list. I started a novel, I finished a quilt, and so on and so on.
And yet. Things are so much the same. We live in the same apartment, with the same incredibly teal wall I made M paint for me – OOPS. I still long for close girlfriends here (absolutely what I miss most from Chicago).
I’ve been sorting of dreading this birthday and I’m not sure why. We have an awesome, happy full weekend planned and it’s not even a Big Deal Number. As lame as it is – I’d like to continue making the same good choices and grow the same habits I’m already working towards. Now, I’m off to go have some fun with my main squeeze and my family.