This is the time of year when everyone else is making resolutions, jogging on treadmills, weighing every morning, and ridding their life of clutter. I must be in an alternate universe where the new year hasn't arrived yet. I do have a couple of goals that Hubby will probably hate. In fact, I truly believe he will dig in his heels and balk when and if I bring it up. Of course, if it somehow becomes his idea, or if anyone besides me suggests it, it will be a wonderful idea. Funny how that works.
Resolutions that only involve myself are the usual lose weight, declutter, find myself, blah, blah, blah. It's not like I have to start a diet, just stay on the one I already started, so no big adrenelin rush there. I am surprised I didn't gain weight during Christmas, because I did indulge. Now that that is over, maybe I can actually lose some weight and a jean's size. Now that would be a rush!
Until next time, may you have blessings and resolution,