Welcome to a New Year, where millions of people claim to become a new person, complete with new workout gear, new organizational stuff, new eating habits, and a brand new outlook on life.
Until somewhere around February or March.
I don’t mean to be pessimistic because further down, I’m gonna roll out some of my own resolutions for this year. But I’ve been through many years and many people I care about and many I don’t even know talking about how on January 1st, “everything’s gonna change.” And if that works out for you, mazel tov. More power to you. No, really. I want those people to have even more power so they can continue to do awesome things.
For me, I’m finding that January 1st is a fairly arbitrary day that only gains power to inspire change because we all buy into it. There’s nothing magical about the day. It’s a man-made construct of a new year. Others have different constructs. There’s a Chinese New Year, a Jewish New Year, and I’m sure there are more for different cultures and religions and groups of people. And while the specific date isn’t important to me, the New Year has led to some fairly in depth reflection.
My body tends to follow a calendar of Paganism, even though I’m not practicing currently. Winter tends to be the time of introspection. A time to take stock and plan for the coming year. What worked last year? What didn’t? What has been eating at me to change, what progress was made? It’s a time when cold, barren land protects the seeds within it that will, in a few months, spring forth with the season.
It’s happening at work with budgetary discussions and the dying of one event to make room for the life of another. It’s happening in my house, with taking down the Christmas tree, putting away the decorations and presents and being thankful for the previous year and going on a slow cleaning binge. We’ve got a new vacuum and everything!
And it’s happening deep inside of me.
There are things I know I need to do. Hell, my last post was a damn long rant about one of them: getting back into burlesque.
But there are others.
I’ve kept them close to my chest for a while, but I’m ready to let them out into the world. Potentially to create some sort of accountability, encouragement, and just…to make it real. Of course things can be real living inside my head. But change is motion, movement. If a thought is just in my head it doesn’t mean much until I put it out there – as a conversation, part of my writing, in song, working out, hugging, yelling, etc.
So here is my attempt to actualize.
It’s time to get my health under control. My blood pressure has soared with the stress of this past year and my doctor is concerned. I’m concerned. I’m working on it, but I need to do more than take my medicine as directed. Things like:
- push myself and my students more in classes
- eating better – which will likely be it’s own post
- dancing, moving more, and stretching every damn day
- Finding healthier ways to deal with my anxiety and depression, even if it means meds again
- reach out to friends and loved ones for emotional support instead of bottling
I want to be more creative this year. As such, I’m going to:
- Play my ukulele more – I’ve already begun to learn a new song!
- Sing more
- Write more fiction
- Finish at least the first draft edit of my book
- burlesque and dancing
- force myself to learn to use the awesome gift my husband gave me last year, with the awesome gift he gave me this year.
- Read 27 books in a year and write at least a small review about each. I did Cannonball Read in 2013 and actually made it to 52 books and reviews in a year (!) That was incredibly stressful (but still awesome) so I’m going for a half Cannonball which is technically 26 but I’m going +1 because I don’t like even numbers.
- Post a blog once a week. Which, technically,the Cannonball Read takes care of half of that, if I want it to.
My body craves D/s and sex and attention and receiving ASMR. Therefore, I plan to:
- Reach out to more people locally and regionally
- Ask for what I’m interested in
- Rejoin the local kink scene
- Be clearer about what I want out of date nights
- Seek out casual play at events
- Try to afford regular massages. “Regular” might mean every few months, but still
- If not always massages, pedicures. Never knew how much I loved pedicures until my sister introduced me to the wonders. So good. And toes so pretty!
- Find friends who want to read to me for ASMRing. One dear friend did this at GKE last year while another gave me a massage. That was close to bliss, aside from the pain that was being worked out of my lower back.