Setting resolutions for a new year and keeping them has usually never been a strong suit of mine; not to say that it’s impossible for me to keep to goals (if that were the case, I’d probably never get anything done) but I set pretty soft ones which allows for a lot of wiggle room. I did, however, keep to last year’s resolutions pretty well, considering my poor track record.
But I am absolutely determined, among other goals, to finish a piece of fiction this year. I’ve been a pseudo-aspiring writer since middle school, but my problem is that I dream up many many stories with a fleshed out beginning and/or ending, but the middle is always slow going. But no more excuses for me, it’s going to happen. Whether it be a novel or a short story (I suspect it will probably be the latter), I just want to finish something. The only other work I’ve ever finished was a terrible short story in elementary school that was a complete rip off of Gone With The Wind– I basically changed names and locations…and had severely shortened plot line that I can’t really recall in great detail. I’m fairly certain it was a standard boy + girl who meet, have a misunderstanding, then reconcile and make up.
I’d like to think that my writing has gotten more sophisticated and original since then- at the very least, I know my essays for school were since I would be slapped with a big fat F if I was ever caught plagiarizing. I’m also going to try and be more open to sharing my work as most of my life I’ve been highly reluctant to let others glance at it. The only person who’s ever read my main canonical work is my little brother, and that’s only because he stole into my room and stole my manuscript (as little brothers are wont to do.) On the plus side, he didn’t totally pan it, which was a pleasant surprise as my work is mostly fantasy and he’s not a huge fan of the genre.
Other lofty goals include planning another foreign adventure (I’ve yet to visit South America or Africa!) and running a mile under 9 minutes (a VERY lofty goal for me), brushing up on my Mandarin and Japanese (the latter will probably involve more of a complete re-learn, as I’ve regretfully neglected my Rosetta for the last few months), and teaching my cats to fetch. That last one might be more of a wish than a plausible goal.
Funnily enough, although I pledged to write and exercise more in 2012 as part of my new year’s resolutions, I find myself actually keeping one that I thought would be harder: working out more. Odd, right? Normally for me, writing is almost as easy as breathing. I can write something about anything (though there are no guarantees that it will be interesting in the slightest.) Working out is a whole other story. I am entirely reluctant to move my body faster than a brisk walking pace, despite knowing the great benefits exercise provides.
But, I guess I’m finally getting over my loathing for sweat and pain and general discomfort for the lures of a healthier body and clothes that fit better. And the sad realization that I’m in the prime of my life, so if I don’t get into shape now, I will be a sad sack of a person in twenty years. Fear is a good motivator. But so is our new Zumba
game serious workout video for Wii. (Though as one friend said, “Isn’t Zumba for women of a certain age?” To which I say: if it works for middle aged women, then I’m certain it can work for me.) I’m now faithfully dancing my way to a healthier body, one day at a time. It’s actually pretty fun, and as long as I make sure the curtains are closed, I can safely shake my booty and wave my arms in the air like I just don’t care without fear of traumatizing my neighbors.
I did do my fair share of dance classes when I was younger, but school took up a lot of my time, and then music came along and became the love of my life, relegating dance to something I occasionally bust out in supermarkets or in clubs. Skiing is the only sport I do with any regularity, ironically enough, since it involves exercise PLUS freezing temperatures, but I think Zumba is an OK alternative for those times when I’m not willing to pile on layers and strap on those heavy boots to go fly down an icy hill (really, skiing is much more than just that!).
I also sometimes do group sports with my family because they somehow think it’s fun to do exercise-y things like kayaking and mountain biking. Not really sure how I manage to get dragged along every time, but I do. Here’s a picture when I went hiking with my family in the foothills by my house (kind of felt like I was in a Lord of the Rings scene, trekking across the mountains…I did not, however, go barefoot a la Frodo or have a hot elven archer companion.)
Sometimes I get lazy with blogging and I know I want to write something, but I just don’t have the patience to sit down and type it all out. Case in point: I’ve already rewritten these first few sentences about 5 times already. Blogging ADD, perhaps? Of course, forcing myself to write something is a good exercise, and goodness knows I need that if I have any wish to become an author in this lifetime. (Though since the ancient Maya [and it is Maya for plural, not Mayans] said the world will end on December 21 of this year, perhaps I won’t have to worry about finishing anything!)
As one of my Christmas presents, I recieved The Happiness Project One Sentence Journal: 5 Year Project, in which I’m supposed to write a sentence (or two or three) everyday for 5 years. Which totally defeats the purpose of the wonderful and quirky Simple Diary, in which I write in only if I felt like it and my other journal, in which I write in if I’m experiencing some particularly powerful emotion (like love, hate, excitment, dread, etc.). But one of my new year’s resolutions was to write more, so for now, I’ve been writing at least one sentence every day. They haven’t been terribly exciting sentences, but perhaps my progeny/descendants and/or future historians (because I just know I’m going to be famous somehow) will find these journals insightful and engaging, or perhaps they’ll just help me remember who I was when I’m old and forgetful.
Between this blog, my three journals, and my various creative writing projects, I don’t know where I’ll find time to exercise more, learn some new languages, start a rock band…I might need to skimp on sleep, but I rather doubt that since I turn into a quasi-zombie and/or get extremely irritated and grumpy when I don’t get my 8+ hours a day.