My lack of presence in your newsfeed is not because I “unfriended” you, as one of my friends asked me. However, since I probably have exactly three minutes to write this post before
baby toddler W wakes up from his nap (yes, he turned 1 a little over a month ago [sob]) I’ll get right to the point. On the 1-year anniversary of my entry into the blogosphere, after a 3 month hiatus, I have a request of you…I need your help. Holding me accountable, that is.
Joy. But, seriously, there’s far less commitment than you might imagine. Read on.
If you’re anything like me, you likely know it’s easy to fail at goals you don’t tell anyone else about. That’s because I pretty much thrive on being held accountable by someone…or to someone. Someone other than myself, that is. My fear of failure, or my desire to make others happy, is actually my greatest motivator. (I’d like to think I do most things for my own betterment, but when I’m honest with myself, that’s just not the case. I’m working on it, but that’s for another post.)
That’s where you come in, inter-webs and follower friends. A place to cement my intentions and goals. A place where I can’t take back what you’ve written. A place to hold me accountable.
Without further ado…my resolutions are:
- Be more present (the former educator in me cringes at the vagueness of this resolution, and how challenging it will be to measure this…but)
- Write one blog post a week
- Read one book a month
- Get selfishly active 3x a week (that doesn’t mean lifting W, or taking him on a walk…that means exercise just for mommy!)
They’re not uber complicated or crazy. Simple. Realistic, I think. My first step to making any of these happen? Just write a fucking post already! However short or poorly written this is, it’s intended to help me break the ice. Otherwise, I just keep thinking to myself, Ugh, well I can’t write about Z without writing about X and Y first! So, there are going to be many posts to come, highlighting all the fun and crazy things that have happened since my last post in early December (W’s first Christmas, learning to walk, I started working part-time, more drama related to his lip-tie, his first birthday, learning sign-language, our first family vacation to Disney, my creation of a cleaning chart…).
But, today, I’ll have to be satisfied with at least stating my intentions.
So, at the risk of
letting myself down looking like a failure in front of others (a Type A person’s WORST NIGHTMARE), I’m now compelled to follow through on these things. Because you’re waiting for updates on them, right? ;0