In hindsight, 2016 was not a bad year. Actually, it was pretty darn great. Sure, it had its hardships and its challenges. I said goodbye to some people I cared about and watched a presidential campaign unfold in the very same way I watch the housewives on Bravo, but really, I can’t complain. I learned a lot about myself this past year. For one, I am more brave than I thought. In 2016 I joined a band. That was one of the highlights. It is fun and scary and I like it. It is something different, that is for sure. I also pulled the trigger on what will be my mom’s permanent residence, AROUND THE CORNER FROM ME. It required a full home renovation but we are in the final stages as it is nearly done! I was worried the process was going to stress me to the max or perhaps I was going to make some monstrous financial blunder. But as it turns out, pressure is where I flourish and very soon, my momma is going to be mere steps away from me. Everyone wins with this one. On the flip side, I myself am and will always be a work in progress. With the new year upon us, I am looking forward to ditching some of the junk that didn’t help and/or only held me back from being the best version of me. As I literally enter into my final year as a thirty something (today also happens to be my 39th birthday) I am committed to lessening the proverbial load and will continue to focus on evolving and growing and becoming the best version of me. Here are some of the items I will be leaving in 2016. Onward and upward!
Meaning what I say, the first time. I am the queen flip flopper in my house. Some would call it being a pushover. I call it wanting some peace. However, it isn’t helping me or teaching my kids anything. In the future, when one or both of my offspring ask for something, whatever the initial answer is, that will be final. I am losing my credibility in the house and it isn’t a good look.
Working in a cubicle. I have been talking about occupying the vacant office within my company for a while now. A combination of things stopped me. For one, time is not a luxury I have these days and the idea of moving gave me angina. The other issue was more about what this move to my own space actually represented. It is weird. It was the office of my dad’s friend and business partner of thirty years. We moved to a bigger and better space while he got sick and he never really got to enjoy it and that makes me sad. Me moving also represents some pretty big stuff. Things like great responsibility and more work. The time has come and I am ready, so the cubicle stays in 2016.
Being a non-hugger. In 2017 I vow to ditch my affliction with physical contact. Starting now, I am a reformed non-hugger. This past year felt a little like people were hip to my strict no-hugs rule and many hugs were received. It turns out, hugs are not that bad. In fact, hugs are nice! 2017 is the year of hugs, unless you are giving me the googly eyes. No hugs for you.
Meat and carbs. No, I am not ditching meat and carbs entirely in 2017. That would be stupid. However, as we approached the end of this past year, my plate looked less colorful and afterward my stomach hurt. I am not making any drastic changes to my diet. However, I am going to lean on leaving most meat and carbs in 2016. Green is good and everything else in moderation.
Rushing. This one is for Mia. She actually asked me to slow down in 2016, so I shall. I remember watching my mom rush through everything and I know it was because she was obsessed with getting every single thing she needed to get accomplished done. My very wise 8 year old senses I am living life in the fast lane and she is right. When I rush, I make mistakes, but I also miss things, and I want to enjoy every moment possible.
Worrying about my mom. My mom is good. She is sick and her brain is failing her more and more each day, but she is ok. I spent the last several years in a constant state of worry over her circumstance and I can say with conviction, she is incredibly well taken care of and at peace. I have done my job. It was hard. It isn’t over by any means, but at the end of the day, I know, she is peaceful and comfortable and that is all I could hope for. See ya worry!
Not dying my hair. Nicole would like me to leave my greys in 2016. I can’t even fake a whole hearted attempt to try. Wasn’t going granny grey a thing not too long ago?
Micromanaging my son. It needs to stop. I must let him navigate life a little more on his own. I will never not fight for him to brush his tusks, but otherwise, I need to pipe down and let him fall. I feel like I have a grasp on how to raise a strong and smart little girl, however, my boy background is lacking. I am going with the less is more approach with Will in 2017 and cutting out all the second guessing.
Neglecting what needs attention within my four walls. I am a fixer. I am the oldest. It is embedded in my DNA. I am a therapist for others and often times neglect me and all things that are directly related to me. (i.e. my husband, my home, my happiness) I am more than o.k. with that role and I feel like I am good at it, however, I am leaving any further neglect of what directly relates to me in 2016. This is going to be the Year of The Andersons!
And on that note, what are you doing to make it your year? What are you ditching?
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