Much like Christy, I really don’t put much stock into the whole “New-Year-New-Me” mentality. I’ve tried it. I told myself that I would floss more, eat more fish, eat less dessert, work out more, goof off less, blah, blah, blah. I mean, seeing as I am the quintessential Virgo personality, New Year’s like a fresh start bonanza, but this year, I’m done with self-improvement. It’s all about maintaining the status quo.
I’ve often been told that my expectations of other people, of things, of life in general, are too high. The way I see it, if I keep the bar where it was last year, I won’t be disappointed if I don’t honor my resolutions (Forgot to floss? No problem! Had seconds thirds on dessert? Don’t sweat it!). That way, I can only be pleasantly surprised when things take a turn for the better (Did a load of laundry AND emptied the dishwasher? High five!).
In order to get the keys to the car or to be released from the house to go out with my friends, my dad made me repeat the following:
“Don’t take gum, don’t take candy, don’t talk to strange men in strange cars, keep your legs crossed, your pants up, your buttons buttoned, your zippers zipped and always come home in a group.”
I plan on making this into a t-shirt for the girls.