A Word on New Year’s Resolutions

My New Year’s Resolution History

In my house, New Year’s is a big deal.  By mid-December our pantries are stocked with a couple bottles of Martinelli’s, party whistles and of course silly string.  Every year, about a week before the new year we have a family meeting. My dad hands out our written New Year’s resolutions from the year before, and we see who followed through on the most of their resolutions. I always win:) I’ve mastered the art of finding achievable goals.

Now before you scoff and  accuse me “sand-bagging”, let me explain the resolution process. Each year, every member of the family is given a paper with four categories. They have to write four resolutions for every category. That’s sixteen resolutions every year! I have to think of four things I want to improve: physically, academically, spiritually and mentally (personally I’ve always felt that mentally and academically should be one category.) If that isn’t hard enough, my dad has to approve the resolutions. They have to pass the SMART test.

Is this goal specific?

Is this goal measurable?

Is this goal attainable?

Is this goal result-oriented?

Is this goal timely?

So after all my goals pass all this scrutiny, they are locked away in a filing cabinet and I do not see them again ’til next December. Granted, if you were to peruse my goals over the last couple of years they do seem to compass the same basic themes:  weight loss, a better walk with God, better grades etc. I do believe that I have improved on these areas every year. I know there are those out there who are adamantly against resolutions, but I am one of those people that does follow through on their resolutions. If you quit growing, you quit living.  I never want to grow complacent with my growth.  So, all this to say, I’m thankful for my upbringing. For parents who always pushed me to improve and become a better person. I wanted to thank them for rewarding me on following through on goals, for showing me that pushing yourself pays off and most of all to show me they were there to rejoice in every victory with me.



A Reflection on a Year Gone By

2011 was definitely an eventful year to say the least.  It was trying year, but I learned a lot about myself.

ImageJanuary. In most people’s minds it is a month associated with new beginnings and fresh starts. My January is a time for endings. In the span of one week I lose a relationship, a roommate and a couple friends. I have the stomach flu during most of this too. So, needless to say I did not have a wonderful introduction to 2011.

February: Valentine’s Banquet, the glorified prom of college, is totally overrated and something I never want to go to. I was convinced I had gotten out of it since I was newly single. Wrong. I got asked by one of my good friends from high school. A dress magically appeared in my room that was my size (no joke!) and next thing I know I’m sitting in the dining hall watching some type of Monty Python meets the Lion King meets Shrek musical.

March: So, my banquet date has a really good time. It’s not mutual. There goes another friend.


April: Finally Spring. I love looking out my window and not seeing snow and an overcast sky! April meant that it was almost time to go home. I went to a Dodgers/Cubs game at Wrigley field, and the Dodgers won! Even better than that, I got to meet Mike McDougal and Jamie Carroll and they signed my shirt. It was a good day:)

May: My favorite month, mostly because of my birthday, but also because it’s the month that school gets out and I get to go home. I turned 20 this last year and I have an awesome birthday. I don’t have to work and spend all day in the mall and Buffalo Wild Wings. A week later, I’m in California again.


June: Summer is here. I’m officially a junior, which means I have an official school bill to pay now too. Ugh. Luckily, I have a fun job. I work for a photographer; I go to high school proms, pose people and get paid for it. It was a pretty sweet set-up. Even working at the studio doing prints wasn’t so bad.

July: Work starts slowing down. My days consist of staying home and watching either the Office or Mad Men, relaxing by the pool and doing absolutely nothing.

August: Due to Mad Men, my last relationship,and hearing about other people’s relationships I fall into my “man-hater” phase. I decide that all men are shallow jerks and that I’m better off alone. I make plans to live on my own after I graduate and buy a big fluffy white cat named Mr. Darcy, because every spinster starts off with at least one cat right?


September: Back to school. I have a great room, on a great floor and good classes. I come into this year with a pretty good attitude (and maybe a little bit of the man-hater mentality still.) God has a funny way of bringing things into your life when you least expect it. Labor day, I walk into the Square to buy a drink. I come across a table full of people from my church. They invite me to join their table. I sit with them. I sit next to a good-looking guy I’ve never really talked to before, but always been intrigued with. Three hours later we’re still talking! I learn that we have a lot in common. We have a couple dates here and there. It’s looking good

October: He asks me to Harvest Days, and tells me he likes me. If you’ve read my posts before then you know that’s a huge sea. We’re now in a “stage” and as lame and cheesy as it is I enjoy it. He calls my dad. We’re official. I’m happy:)

November: Thanksgiving. I’m in the dorms. Flying to California is way to expensive. He goes home to Michigan. I miss him. I spend Thanksgiving at my friends house ten minutes away from campus. We have a good time.

December: Winter again. My great-grandmother dies in Montana at age 94. I’m unable to attend the funeral in South Dakota. School gets out. I have to stay and work for a week, he stays back a week with me. We have Scrabble dates every morning:) I lose most of the time, but it doesn’t really bother me that much. I head home and finish the year off on a good note.