Resolute Revisit

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I have kept a journal since I was nine-years-old. This allows me to quickly see how that my spastic nature has been with me always. I like to make resolutions, so I checked on my "post" from 1981....don't worry if you haven't been born yet. I am sure this peek in the past is full of wisdom for all generations. Hmmmm, let's see:

1981 Goals:

Wash hair 3-4 times a week
Keep money records
Keep room clean
Stop hitting brothers
When I like a guy don't tell anyone
Eat right
Brush teeth

Yeah, I was surprised by how little I need to change for this year's list. Having a newborn brings one down to the basics. Except for hitting my brothers, I think the goals still stand for now. I would add a few thoughts I have for the present.

2010 hopes:

I will be present in my relationships--this includes not surfing the computer or emailing while on the phone.

I want to do one push-up by the end of the year.

I would like to be a listener instead of a talker.

Play with my kids and not just tell them what to do.

Comments

mindy said…
Very nice! I like the goal about being present in your relationships. I need to work on that too. I think you'll accomplish great things this year!
January 16, 2010 at 9:02 AM
Scott-n-Allison said…
Makes me feel better to know that I'm not the only one who has to work on the same things year after year!

As for my old journals? I try to avoid them...way too embarassing!
January 23, 2010 at 8:41 AM
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