Do I Even Dare?

Alright, it’s January 5^th and I have put off my first post of 2012 long enough.  Every time I start to put something down—no matter how intriguing or personally fulfilling it is—the evil and dreaded hint of another New Year’s resolution begins to creep in and take over.  I try, really try, to push those dreaded New Year’s resolutions away;  they just seem empty to me. 

To lose 15 pounds.

To exercise more.

To find better balance in life.

New Year’s resolutions, at least the ones my friends seem to make, seem like empty promises...wishes that they want but aren’t prepared to work for.  And, because of that, I tend to push them away.  I am simple that way. 

When I want to eat better, I do, and feel better.  When I want to sneak a treat, I do, and enjoy it without guilt.

When I need to exercise more, I do.  And I enjoy it.

But, maybe, I am missing something because I am finding myself really looking ahead this year.  I am feeling a real sense of optimism for 2012 and have one of those deep-in-my-gut feelings that 2012 is going to be a significant year for me.  My evidence:

I will be hitting an age milestone, for sure, and I that excites rather than scares me. 

I feel more in balance that I have before. 

I see myself spending the time to grow myself rather than the things around me.

So I think that I am ready to jump in, both feet pointed down, and make some “year commitments” for 2012 as follows:

·         I will live my life large by taking advantage of opportunities and experiences to make it fuller.  Big Bites continue!

·         I will keep my body and my brain active.

·         I will dig in and complete some of those things that I chronically put off, and instead of listing them I will use my gut and my procrastination alert to guide me as to what I need to get up off of my butt and do. 

·         And I won’t just stop to smell the roses, I will savour them.

There, I did it.

Sort of.