Do you have a goal? Because, I suppose, as Kit so eloquently pointed out {and can I just interject that PW is pretty much in my top 5 fave movies of all time, ever}, you can’t turn tricks forever. I’ve been hearing a bit about people and their New Year’s Resolutions. Do you make New Year’s Resolutions? And do you keep them? If you do, I’m saying, good for you. It’s not something I practice with any regularity. The keeping them piece. I mean, I definitely believe in setting goals. And I don’t think people should grow complacent or not attempt to become better versions of the person they are being. But committing to things for 365 days… aye yi yi. I have found, for me, New Year’s Resolutions just set me up for failure. It’s like saying, “Hey… here are the exact things you should fail at… right now”.
Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve been thinking a bit about my resolution making. One year, I did a list of wills for the year. Other years, I’ve made short lists of ways to make the world around me a little better. And on rare occasions, a very long time ago, I would make goals that focused on little old me, that would become colossal flops within the first two weeks following the calendar flip. But this year, I figured, I might as well give this whole resolution thing the old college try. ‘Cause a girl’s gotta have goals. So, I decided that I might as well give it a whirl. But just a little whirl. And so, I set one goal. One. Because the girl that’s gotta have goals has also gotta be realistic. And our reality right now is two kids at home, one in the NICU, and us running back and forth between both. The last four weeks, I truly haven’t even been able to keep track of the day of the week. So yes. 2014. I will give you one resolution. You’re welcome.
So here goes…
I resolve. To make my bed. Every morning.
Yep. That’s it. Because before I mostly just did it whenever I felt like it. I KNOW. I KNOW. And yes, I am thirty-one. And I am admitting to being somewhat slobbish. But that’s part of resolutions, right? Acknowledging areas for growth. So I am acknowledging my problem. My name is Ashli. And I don’t make my bed every day. And I resolve to change that bad bed behaviour {why don’t we Americans use the U?}.
It was on bedrest that it really dawned on me {and I’m sure my mom is so thrilled that after living with me from my youth to my early adulthood that this finally dawned on me}. Getting out of bed in the morn and pulling up the sheets and {sharpie-colored. Thanks, again, two year old Barrett.} comforter before I started each day, helped me realize how much it made me enjoy the room. It made our space feel pulled together and much less like a room that is only for sleeping. And it made me want to keep the rest of the room picked up. What the resolution doesn’t do, is change the poopy brown wall color that I loved on the paint swatch. Or make the room look like it should be featured on Houzz. But it does make it our happy space. And that. Well. That’s progress.
So. That’s what I got. And. So far… so good. Maybe two thousand 15 will get more from me. But for now, I figure, we’ve made our bed, and we can lie in it.
