It’s that time of year when we inevitably look back on things we didn’t get to do but really we just didn’t do. All of a sudden smokers who gave themselves a deadline are panicking just a little bit and some others are thinking about workout regiments to start diligently in the new year. New Year’s Resolutions. Blech.
Last year I didn’t make any. I boycotted New Year’s Resolutions but instead I made a promise to myself that I’d blog every day in 2013. There’s still lots of December left but I know I’ll keep my promise and I’ve already settled on my next non-New Year’s Resolution promise to myself, for 2014. Nothing else matters if you can’t keep your own promise to yourself. You can’t even imagine how much negativity I’ve received over blogging every day this year. It’s small in comparison to the support and good energy here but it’s vocal. Some people think blogging every day is a waste of time as if it’s their time being wasted. They don’t even read my blog or have to read my blog because their minds are made up that blogging is frivolous. So there’s that side of blogging to deal with.
I’ve learned a lot about being a blogger in 2013. There’s no magic formula to success without recognition. Your intentions are the only thing you have control of. It’s not easy.
But back to that promise I made to myself for 2014? It’s different than the one I made for 2013. It’s going to happen and when it does there will be negativity because there will always be someone wasting their energy to bring you down on their misery scale. I learned a long time ago to spend less energy and instead just smile and talk with my eyes when it comes to these kinds of people. Awkward silences were meant for rude people.
If you’d like to take a guess as to what my 2014 promise to myself is, then leave your answer in the comments. This could get fun!
In the meanwhile I tried to recreate Noah’s angelic “Happy 2013” photo but failed miserably in my first attempt.
Noah was not harmed in the photographing of this failed reenactment. It was just a towel. He shed not one real tear! It was all an act. I shed a tear or two laughing. You have to laugh when you’re raising children or you’ll have ulcers and heart problems sooner than later.
I will try the photo again and I will succeed.
You learn to laugh at fails both big and small. Like yesterday when Noah slipped right off his step stool while chatting with his fishes.
I’d just turned around to fold some laundry and heard Noah shriek. He was literally two inches off the floor hanging on for dear life with a few little fingers. He’s going to be great at endurance challenges when he’s older…
Ahem, take notes all you Big Brother 35 parent-hopefuls out there. Does your toddler eat slop? Neither does Noah but he does love his oatmeal. He also eats peanut butter and jelly because you just never know when that’s all you’ll have!
You have to laugh. Smile. It’s never wasted energy.
Neither is blogging. As to whether or not I will do it every day in the new year still remains to be seen. Thank you to everyone who has donated to this site. Every dollar has been put to good use for the site. A small portion was sent to Adam Poch, that went directly to the purchase of toys for the Toys for Tots event in New Hampshire, just last week.
Thank you all for your support every day and sometimes multiple times a day.