Well, we’re a few days closer to 2007. I love that. I’m a fan of new starts and second chances, mainly because I require so many. New Years Day is one of my favorite holidays not only because I get to eat black-eyed peas (yuck!), or because I get to scribble out sixes ninety times a day to replace them with sevens, but because I enjoy taking the time to rethink my habits and generally how my life is going and start over.
My friend and Sunday School teacher, George, isn’t a fan of New Years resolutions. He says that if we find something in our lives that needs adjustment or if we find behavior that’s sinful, we should fight to change it right then, rather than putting it off until January. I agree fully, but I take January first as a reminded to examine these things.
Most of you are not new to oh me of little faith, and so you’re aware that I tend to spend a lot of time in introspection. Here are a few things that I plan on continuing to work on, as well as some new resolutions, if you will, that I have for 2007.
Lose 50 pounds by my birthday. Ok, so I made a similar resolution last year. Who doesn’t make this resolution from year to year? This year, I have the help of a nutritionist and the gym that will be on my new work building’s bottom floor. And I have to look like a rockstar when I arrive at my Second Chance Prom birthday party. Oh yes. Guys in tuxes. Girls in gowns. Me looking awesome. This is the plan.
Keep house. Y’all, I have to admit I hate keeping house. A lot of it can be blamed on my mom being an awesome keeper of the home while I was growing up. We were expected to pick up our toys and be generally neat, but aside from the occasional Saturday morning teamwork approach, she kept the house. This is something she enjoyed doing and probably felt like she could do better on her own, being the OCD freak that my mother is. But my mama doesn’t live with me. Heck, she doesn’t live within 300 miles of me. I’ve got to learn to keep house on a regular basis, rather than a mad rush to clean when I’m completely frustrated with smelly dishes.
Exorcise him from my thoughts. I’ve seriously got to get over it. It’s not that I’m pining after him, as much as I’m still hurting from the lies.
Clean up my potty mouth. I have a deep love for words that are generally about four letters long. Lately, they’ve been coming out in the most inappropriate ways, and I know it’s because of some sinful issues I have in my heart, (But what comes out of the mouth proceeds from the heart…Matt 15:18) and I’m working on that, but in the meantime, my tongue severely needs to be tamed.
There will be more, I’m sure, many of which I probably won’t share, but here you go. Thoughts?