I hesitated to “publish” my resolutions. It seems a little presumptuous at this point. Kinda like telling someone about the dream you had last night. Why do people do that? Why would the listener care to emotionally invest themselves in something that never happened? But, this is a blog, and it is personal, and you, dear reader, are not forced to read it. 🙂 Of all the dreamers in the world, I am chief. So giving someone like me a new year is basically forking over a narcotic. Nevermind that I have a terrible track-record for resolutions. There’s always 2015.:) Would love to hear what yours are! 1. Read my Bible through. Never have accomplished this one. Even tho I have a Bible that conveniently breaks down the reading for me. Mothers of young kids don’t have time for this you say? Tell that to my Netflix que. No more excuses! 2. Stop biting my nails. If for no other reason than to remove this resolution from future lists. And to make my fingers look thinner. (See resolution #6) 3.Will not participate in any controversial status or debate on Facebook. In other words, I will improve my blood pressure in 2015. If someone is honestly asking an opinion, then I will PM them. Stop cheering. You’re welcome. *Disclaimer. it is possible that my humor in a status may cross the line into controversial. 4. Interactively play with my child/children 1 hour a day. Gasp! You Don’t already! No. But I produced and maintain one-of-a kind playmates for them. So that’s something. 5. Do art for 1 hour a day. This is a goal, not a life-sentence. There will be days that are not art-friendly. 6. No list would be complete without some dream, I mean goal, of fitness. 🙂 A few months ago I went on an insane diet. It worked beautifully. I got thin. For like 12 hours. Then I climbed climbed climbed to even greater heights than I would have imagined. Sigh. Now, when I put my arms to my side, I feel squish. My jeans keep getting all passive-agressive on me, “You know, your thighs and I would be better friends if you’d put down the Cheeze-Its.” Some women, when they put on weight, just get more lush. When I put on pounds, I look like I should be the bare-bellied star of a painting in the Met. And it’s not because I’m putting an extra tablespoon of greek yogurt on my avocado at lunch. It’s because I’m making poor choices all.day.long. Because food is my drug-of-choice. Another consideration, given my time of life and desire for more kids, is another pregnancy could be looming. Maybe when 2016 hits I will be monstrously pregnant. But this time, I hope that I don’t fat-out of my clothes and go shopping for a Christmas tree in lesbian shorts. So this is my crazy plan. For a year, I’m saying no to bread and sweets, except on special occasions. Don’t give me too much credit, “special occasion” is used pretty loosely. The exception is one piece of chocolate a day, and the food-group of Lattes. So, tonight, when I watch the glittery ball descend, possibly on time, I will feel challenged and hopeful.