Maybe Next Year, Maybe Not!

I’m so proud of myself and it’s only January 3rd. I’ve already considered and rejected literally dozens of new initiatives to improve myself and my life. My greatest hope is that I can continue on this path of cheerful refusal to mess with what’s working.

I’m not going on a GLP, a diet of any kind, or having any elective procedures (yet). I’m also not doing a major de-clutter, organizing anything, or becoming “a minimalist.” I’m not updating my wardrobe, my decor, my car, my tech, my cleaning supplies, or any other supplies of any kind. I’m not going gray in 2026 — maybe next year, maybe not.

I will continue to look for the items I know I have somewhere, rather than buy them again. I’ve already decided that if I really needed them, I would not have misplaced them in this relatively small house of mine in the first place.

I will say things like, “rejection is god’s protection,” when the grocery store doesn’t have the mung beans I wanted (that was today), or when the only date I have is Brownie the Goldendoodle (also today).

I will read books — quasi-spiritual and/or woo woo self-help books as well as novels and short fiction. I will listen to podcasts. I will do what I’ve been doing and continue to enjoy the results I’ve been getting from doing it one day at a time year after year. Maybe I’ll meditate a bit more this year. Maybe not. I’m gonna keep going.