I’ve been reading the other blogs and I’m amazed by the diversity of women here. There are so many hopes and fears expressed, so much courage in putting yourselves out there. This is also my first time blogging, and in particular, exposing myself through my writing is truly difficult for me, so I'm glad to find such a supportive place in this community.
There’s something wonderfully synchronous doing this challenge not just at the start of a New Year, but at the start of a new decade. I remember New Year’s Eve 1999 very well, and not just because I was at party in a high-rise and everyone was worried about getting stuck in an elevator because of Y2K. In those final months of the year, I changed jobs, leaving one that I loved but didn’t challenge me to join a startup, and I vowed to stop backsliding into a hopeless situation with an ex-boyfriend. By the end of 2000 I was at yet another new, hastily taken job (the startup I joined failed), and I’d just met some guy on a blind date. But that job led to the part-time work I now have that lets me spend time with my family, and I have the family because the blind date turned into my husband.
If I had a resolution back then, it was probably something amorphous like, “Be braver.” All my resolutions are usually terribly poofy like that. Last year’s was “Be more curious,” and it worked pretty well, although honestly the resolution, “Do the things you know damn well you’re supposed to do when you get into a slump, like exercise, eat right, journal and meditate” would probably have been a better one.
But knowing now, 10 years later, that nothing quite turned out the way that I expected, but ultimately worked out pretty well anyway, definitely gives me a sense of perspective about this Whole Body challenge. At 42, I’m no longer the ingenue or the whiz-kid. But I still feel young enough, anyway, for plenty more plot twists, if I am both brave and curious enough to follow them through. So although there are many things in the Action Plan that admittedly make me groan (no coffee, no wheat, no dairy, exercising 4-6 times a week, kale and leeks — gah) I can’t help but feel it’s an adventure. Making it through, however imperfectly, is keeping a promise to myself, and these kept promises are like little seeds planted in my soul that might bloom at any time, any place over the next year or the next decade.
So I’d love to hear your New Year’s resolutions, and I confess right now if it’s good I’ll borrow it. I vividly recall one year having a truly unattainable resolution like “Figure out what I want to do for the rest of my life.” Thankfully I ditched it for my friend’s “Floss every day.” Were it not for her my teeth would have fallen out by now — although on the other hand, I might actually have a career if I'd kept my old one, but, you know, whatever. I think I’m going with “Staying hydrated”, as I have a wicked dehydration headache at the moment. What’s yours?