There has always felt something odd to me this period in-between Christmas and New Year. Â Technically Christmas is all done and dusted with the important day been and gone. The cat has scaled the dizzy heights of the Christmas tree knocking baubles flying for the last time. My rule is that itâ€™s deemed cute before Christmas day and the sign to take down the tree after Christmas day. So the tree has been regulated to the garage to collect dust for another 348 days and I have spent far too long prizing confetti stars out of the carpet on my hands and knees. So any remaining Christmas spirit is truly gone.
I think they planned Christmas and New Year a week apart just to annoy us. Some people have to go back to work and wish they didnâ€™t and the ones who donâ€™t go back to the New Year are willing the phone to ring with a work emergency so that they can get back to normal for an hour or two. Kids are over tired and generally teasy too. Not the best foundations to reflect on the past 12 months and muster up resolutions for the next 12 months.
I myself donâ€™t do resolutions, I like the idea of them but the thought of sticking to something for a whole year is to me demoralising and setting myself up for a fall later in the year. This year though is a monumental birthday year for me. The dreaded 40. To say I am not looking forward to it is a slight understatement. I always imagined I would have so much more figured out by the time I was 40. I would look glamorous effortlessly, ooze sophistication, be wise beyond my years and the cherry on the cake would be being a domestic goddess on the side for good measure. I am not any of these by any stretch of the imagination. Â Not even with my glasses off and looking at myself half squinted am I any of those things. So if I have to turn 40 this year, I will be dragging myself kicking in screaming to the birthday alter.
As I said I donâ€™t do resolutions but something has to be done, I have hit on the idea of month long resolutions. Now this is for two reasons, one I have far too many things that need fixing and would take me till I was well past 50, secondly it seems better, to me, physiologically to know you are giving up something/doing something new for a month rather than a year. The plan is to make a list and then each month tackle something off my list. At the end of the month if I want to revert back I can or carry on if I have seen huge positive effects.
My list isnâ€™t complete yet as I keep changing my mind but I have January sorted. In January I am going to be vegetarian. I have always fancied the idea and I know there some amazing vegetarian recipes out there that I am missing out on. Though I do think the children now need hearing tests as they didnâ€™t seem to hear vegetarian but that I was going to poison them for a month.
Naturally I will be dragging you along for the ride so look out for the posts in the A Resolution a Month section.