I just came across my resolution list for 2016. I am rolling laughing at my upbeat expectations. It must have been a merry day in my house when I made that list. I’m actually afraid to look at 2017’s resolutions.
True to form, I am still procrastinating, which proves I am diligent in my ways. I am still pondering yoga. I’ve pushed myself to the point that I carry a yoga mat with me on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I am getting closer to flexibility. After all, I do bend to fetch it from the back seat. Maybe next month I’ll take the plastic wrap off it.
I also bought a hula hoop to get my hips moving. I use it to remind myself that anything inside the hoop is my business. Anything outside the hoop is none of my business. I did that for three days. I missed too much gossip. It’s in the back seat of my car now with my yoga mat.
I am still kissing my husband more, as promised. Yes, I’m still amazed that I can keep him in my grips even though I don’t lift weights. I can almost lift him off the ground if I have two glasses of Cabernet. White Zinfandel doesn’t have the same boost of endorphins.
My spiritual journey is continuing. I still have trouble listening. Just last week God told me to slow down and listen to His voice. I might need hearing aids because I swore He said, “Go watch The Voice.” So I did and it was entertaining, I love watching new talent emerge and those fancy chairs turning around to see who has that fabulous voice.
OMG….Maybe that was code that I have a singing career in my future!!
I still have a wrinkle cream obsession and lots of wrinkles. I signed up in a weak moment to get the best, most concentrated, 30 day money back guarantee sample for $11.00. I got a bill for $140 and two jars of white cream that I’m returning today. The price tag gave me wrinkles and a panic attack!
I can’t remember what else I resolved to do. Maybe it was to take more naps or drink protein shakes. It could have been to make more lunch dates with friends.
I am excelling in the grandkids department. There is nothing as sweet as a four-year- old little girl saying, “Why can’t you stay here forever? I miss you when you’re not here.”
Best yet is my six-year-old granddaughter rooting through my make up bag to make her already beautiful self even more beautiful. And she only used half of my brand new expensive foundation! Who knew eye shadow could get so dark; only using half of the mocha/ mauve color pad. I don’t remember buying ruby red lipstick, but it could be the six layers she put on that give it that ruby shine.
My four–year-old grandson loves me so much that when we Facetime, he makes a thirty second fuss over me before he tells me, “I need to talk to Pop.” The saving grace is his nine-month-old brother least tries to climb into the phone to get to me.
I know what the last thing was….I was going to slow down so I could be a calm, wise, thoughtful woman. I imagined myself offering advice while I sat in a yoga position. Pick any pose, they’re all peaceful. My personal favorite is the Child’s Pose. I can fall asleep in seconds in that pose.
Yes, this year might be the year I get peaceful and Zen like. I will get wise and offer the younger generations hope for the future. I will share family recipes of old and bring the younger people into my world over dinner.
Unless God tells me to listen to the Voice again, then I’ll order pizza and tell them I made it from scratch.