Promises. Not Resolutions.

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The phrase “New Year’s Resolutions” brings to mind a few things.  The promise of a new day, a new start and a new beginning.  For those of us who have made many of these resolutions in the past (and didn’t end up keeping them) it also brings up a feeling of a kind of failure.  It’s a reminder of something you didn’t do that you initially had wanted to.  I want to make some changes in the upcoming year, but I am not going to call them resolutions.  I am going to call them promises.  They are going to be promises to myself.

Jeff and I have lived in our house (a rental from our dear friend and landlord, Ellie) for almost fifteen months.  We have taken time to get settled in.  We are very happy where we are.  After all, who else but such a wonderful woman would let us have seven cats?  In all this time, we have done one project.  It was redoing the bathroom, to a minor extent.  We had Jeff’s brother come to help us install a new bathroom sink and vanity, and we painted the walls and ceiling.  A border for the center of the walls has been purchased, and that will be put up soon.  But other than this project, we have done nothing.  Not a thing.  That is going to change in 2020.  First on the list is shaping up the kitchen.  It isn’t going to be a major project – all we really plan on doing is painting the walls and the ceiling, and little improvements (painting the outlet covers, buying new curtains).  Also, we really don’t need to have both a kitchen and dining room set up, so we plan on combining the two.  It remains to be seen how this all works out, but this plan is set and will begin right after the holidays are over.  We bought too much paint for the bathroom – and so we have enough to get a good start on the sink and cabinet part of the kitchen (it’s in an alcove by itself).

The painting of the rooms will continue as the kitchen gets done.  Combined with trying to beautify our place we will be getting organized.  And getting organized once and for all.  When I moved to Florida, I brought with me a whole bunch of things that I never really did anything with.  They sat in a storage unit that I had to pay monthly on.  I brought all of these things with me when we returned to Scranton.  This is combined with things from my sister’s basement that I never even took to Florida.  I have an overabundance of “stuff” and it needs to go.  I like having things – I know I will never, ever be a minimalist. Yet I have realized that a limit needs to be set.  This is not going to be just a promise to myself (and to Jeff)  It is going to be an ongoing project.  I want to get organized right this time.  I am going to discard, donate and declutter.

Some of these promises are going to have to take a break for a time in January – I am scheduled to have kidney surgery on the 20th.  I have been plagued with kidney issues here and there for almost two years, and it is time to get them taken care of once and for all.  I am not a nervous patient at all, and luckily I know from previous surgeries that I have had that I heal quickly.  I am looking forward to having these problems behind me.  I realize that not all aging is graceful.  I have to keep aware of what is going on with my body and my health.  It is irresponsible to the people who love me to do anything less.  This means eating better, drinking more water, and trying to exercise (despite the fact that I detest working out).

Lastly on my list (if I really have a list) is getting this blog up and running more, so to speak.  I am a tech preschooler, I really am.  What makes me think that I can really do this “blogging thing” is that I have gotten quite a few compliments on my writing.  To me, that is the main thing.  I have been told that all the rest of this “technical mumbo jumbo” can be learned.  With some effort, hard work and determination – who knows where I will be a year from now.  Here’s hoping it’ll be somewhere good!

 

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56 year old divorced Mom with three great sons, and SEVEN great cats... LISA is my name. Life Is Smashing Always comes from the letters in my name...

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