I love me some New Year's resolutions. I love the fresh and clean feeling of the new year, new calendars, new planners, putting away the Christmas decorations, cleaning out closets and underneath beds. I love January magazines, with their articles about diets and cleanses and organizing. I love that the days are getting just a little bit longer every day. I am ready to hit this January hard! Watch out!
I decided yesterday driving home from Target that I'm tired of whining - I've got such a good life. My baby is healthy, my husband is sweet, hardworking, and cute, I've got a good job and live in a lovely neighborhood - what the heck do I really have to complain about? Sure, I'm tired a lot, and I don't have time to exercise like I'd like to, and I have an addiction to sugar, and I wish I could work less and still retain benefits. I'm not alone. And these things are not ideal. But I am so lucky. Navel-gazing and bellyaching aren't going to change any of those things and will likely only make me feel bad. So forget it, pal!
I'm not saying I'm never going to complain again, or feel sorry for myself sometimes. I'm human. But whether I eat a piece of chocolate or whether my thighs are heavier than I'd like - these are small potatoes. So I'm gonna make potato salad - and savor every messy, tangy bite of my life.