I'm skipping the whole New Year's Resolution thing this year. This year I'm joining the one little word movement. A bloggy friend introduced me to this idea. It sounds so much healthier than the annual ritual list of completely unattainable resolutions that I will never stick to. As far as I can tell all resolutions have ever done for me is make me feel bad about myself. So why do I keep making resolutions year after year after year if it is just going to end up making me feel bad? You got me. When put this way it sounds a bit silly, doesn't it?
So one little word. What would your word be? It's hard to choose. After a lot of thought, and possibly several beers, I settled on a word. Change. One syllable. Such a simple word, but such a difficult concept. I really, truly suck at change. I fight against it every time. I don't like change. A bit ironic considering we move every couple of years for my husband's job. Not just a move across town, across the state, or even across the country. No, we move from country to country. Talk about change. New languages, new customs, new time zone. And I fight again it every step of the way.
I want to learn to embrace change. Big changes and small changes. I want to be the person who welcomes the challenges of a new country, instead of being the person who skips the whole honeymoon period and heads straight into depression. I want to hang on to those routines and traditions that work for us as a family, but I want to be brave enough to change those things that need changing. (Is this where I am supposed to ask for the wisdom to tell the difference?) I want to look at a menu, and instead of ordering the same old thing I want to change it up and try something new. I want to change my weight goals to true fitness goals that will change the way I feel, and the way I feel about myself.
One little word.