Starting over...again

Starting over…again

January is back. Like the nasty aunt who gives backhanded compliments and says things like, “You’d be so pretty if…” January likes to make you feel a little inadequate. She also loves a “fresh start.” And, while sometimes the clean slate that January brings feels great or exciting, more often than not, it feels like starting over. Maybe even like Groundhog Day.

This year, I haven’t made any serious “resolutions” but I do have some things leftover from years past that I probably need to address.

For starters, let’s set doctors appointments (for myself) and keep them. I love my teeth. I’m a bit fanatical about them if you ask my husband, but I barely ever make my cleaning appointments. Don’t even get me started on the gynecologist…Meanwhile, I’d never skip my children’s checkups.

Next up, I have a temper. It used to be “cute” as I’m 5 foot and not much of a danger to anyone, but as I grow and have children I realize I have let that part of me go untamed for too long. My short fuse and smart mouth are hurting the ones I love and that’s not cute. Not at all.

Shopping. Amazon Prime. Target and Walmart’s next day delivery. You name it. I shop it. If I feel like I need something I just grab my phone and “add to cart.” It’s a bad habit and it’s got to stop. I rarely “need” anything and if I do it can almost always wait until I go to town. For the love of the planet and my bank account, I’ve put myself on a shopping freeze until March. (Please note: groceries and goodwill do not apply)

Lastly, I’m doing dry January. Again. I know that alcohol no longer serves me. Hangovers with 3 children are beyond brutal. Arguments with your husband aren’t much better, and losing focus on the things you actually do want because you had 3 glasses of wine really sucks. In all honesty, I’m too old for this shit. Typically, I drink due to stress or anxiety or I have to do something I’d rather not with people I don’t like all that much. I’m not even drinking because it’s fun or I’m having fun. Lame, right? I figured if I tell the world I’m done drinking, maybe I won’t be saying it again next year. And, if you don’t see much of me this year…maybe it’s because you make me want to drink. (Kidding…sorta)

So what are you starting over?