I love the whole idea of New Year resolutions. Having a clean line of delineation between “before” and “after” is always so, well, defining.
“An Oreo? Oh heavens no, I don’t eat cookies anymore”. “Watch TV on a Saturday afternoon? Oh no, I only work out now on Saturdays, no more afternoon TV for me”. “Go to the mall? No thanks, I’m off to go call my mother, I do that religiously every weekend”. Ad infinitum. Since this last Saturday morning, Jan 1, 2011.
We all have the best of intentions in giving up our little personal illicit activities (ok, chocolate might not be that illicit…) but like many things, as we all know, we skip one day, which turns into 2, which turns into a month….
I’ve often wondered why it’s so hard to give up Chunky Monkey ice cream…why can’t broccoli or brussels sprouts be so alluring? “Damn, what a day ~ let’s put it behind us with some cauliflower!”
But on a more serious note….I can’t tell you what I would give to be able to fulfill a New Year resolution to go running every day. To walk a mile every morning. To learn to salsa dance. To go to work everyday brimming with energy (of course fortified with fresh fruit and an egg white omelet…no donuts here, that’s on my resolution list!).
But I can wake up every morning and breathe clean air, look around me, feel the sunshine on my skin, hear the birds yammering and be grateful for all those things. I can still read, write, eat, laugh and hirple.
I would like to challenge each of you reading this to stop for a second and be grateful for what you can do. If you can dance, walk, run, ski, hike, skip ~ go do it. Today. Now. Skip to work. Hop on one foot to the busstop. Dance your way through the day.
One day, you won’t be able to do those things anymore. Guaranteed. Don’t be someone who looks back on life and thinks “Crap. I wish I’d gone dancing and eaten more green beans.” Be one of those people who looked at the line and crossed it with a belly full of vegetables, and an ice cream cone in hand, doing the limbo and then sliding into home plate.