I am not big into New Year’s resolutions. I’m afraid of biting off more than I can chew, like the time I resolved to not complain during Lent. That was challenging, but a little unrealistic.
Small goals are easy. I got up today and told myself that I would need a trip to the gym. I got to the gym and told myself it was time to push my dinky bike rides a little further and test my ankle. I got off the bike after a half hour and decided I run a little. I told myself, “Just 15 mins” and did 16. Then I decided to do my upper body weight circuit.
That was easy. Especially since I was avoiding my ex-husband who is in town visiting my son for a few days.
I’m going to admit that I’m afraid of bigger goals. I’m afraid to say I’ll change certain behavior and not do it. I don’t want to be disappointed; I just want to revel in my little triumphs like today.
However, I do have a few small goals for 2013:
1. Be more positive. Channel my negativity into exercise or musical performances.
2. De-stress. Laugh more at myself. Do yoga once a week in a low-key setting. Breathe.
3. Be thankful. For my son, for my mom, for my friends and family.
That’s it. These are things I can, and will do. My friend Marc once told me to tackle the things I could do something about, and stop worrying about things I can’t control (like the weather, or my ex-husband’s behavior). That was simple yet invaluable advice that I keep tucked in a back corner of my psyche when my panic level starts to rise.