I’m not much of a resolution person. I’m not big on the “new year, new you,” concept either. I know a lot of people are happy that 2018 is gone, but 2018 was a really good year for me, and I’m sad to see it go. Already 2019 has brought us some bad news for our Stella girl, so automatically I hate this year.
I’m not setting a reading goal. I’m not setting a weight loss goal. I’m really not setting many goals at all. I think in 2019, I’m just going to let this year be.
I want to spend more time with friends. I want to make a conscious effort to hang out with the people that I love spending time with. Nadine and I have talked about this already, but we’re going to make more of an effort to get our families together on the weekends. And the same goes for all of our other friends that we struggle to make time for.
I want to get really good at baking. I want to make fudge for the first time ever, and I want to perfect my chocolate chip cookie recipe. And I want to do it all with Sheff by my side.
I want to spend more time outside. Hiking, camping, playing, bouncing in the trampoline.
I want to learn how to make a bomb ass charcuterie board for at-home date nights. And make a list of classic movies that neither B or I have seen and start crossing them off.
I want to keep doing workouts that make me happy, like fun 30 minute cardio dance ones from Popsugar Fitness, and my BarreAmped DVDs. And I want to enjoy a cheeseburger every now and then without beating myself up over it.
I want more sister date nights – filled with margaritas and cheese dip.
I want to make an even better impression on my employer and coworkers, and continue to not let it get to me the way I have with other jobs.
Don’t look for a “word” for 2019 here – all of these are attainable and super easy, and if I can’t make the best peanut butter fudge in the world, then so be it. But I am going to try.
So happy 2019, y’all. May it just be.