By Tammy Trail
To be honest, I was not planning on New Year’s resolutions this year. Failure is my best friend. I know … defeating and humiliating.
All my writing goals were eaten by the beast of procrastination. Reading the Bible in a year fell into the Land of Nod. Getting my bedroom redecorated became a testament to the lack of time and money.
Before you start feeling sorry for me, I am proud of a few of my accomplishments. After my yearly physical in August, I was diagnosed with diabetes. My doctor had warned multiple times that I needed to get my weight gain under control. Obviously I didn’t heed her warnings, but now I am serious about it. I told my doctor that my intention was to no longer need diabetic medicine. I am now eating better, taking my meds, and checking my sugar levels often. My husband took me shopping recently because my pants were getting too big. That made me very happy, and it was a great incentive to keep going. My success is determined by me.
This summer I looked at my bedroom and realized it was a storage room with a bed. Paint would do wonders for it, but hubby and I cannot agree on a color. I went to the local home improvement store to buy tiny samples of paint. Now one wall is starting to look like a patchwork quilt. The lack of money interrupted my plans for a total makeover.
Instead, I cleaned it from top to bottom. I took everything out of our walk-in closet, washed down the walls, and vacuumed the carpet. I also filled several boxes with clothing to take to our local mission. Then I cleaned the carpet in the bedroom, rearranged the furniture and bought a new quilt for the bed. It was not the plan I had in mind, but it turned out to be a very satisfying project.
I have also made new writing goals, but I find it so hard to focus after working all day. So, this year the word count is smaller. I am going to finish that book I started.
As for reading the Bible in a year. I bought a new devotional for 2017, and my goal is to stick with it to the end.
No, I didn’t make resolutions for the New Year. But looking back over last year, I did get a lot done. Maybe this year I will get my bedroom walls painted. I found another shade of blue that I think my hubby will like.
Writing Prompt: Arlene’s new year started off with a definite bang. At three in the morning, the closet rod gave way. Her closet resembled something from that television show about hoarders. She collapsed in a heap on the floor and stared at the mess. What now?