In one year and a few months, I’m turning fifty years old. When I was younger, I’d always envisioned my fifty-year-old self as a wise, organized, completely together woman. Now that the age is closing in on me, I’m not quite where I thought I’d be.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m closer to that wise super woman than I’d been at twenty and thirty, but bad habits are still running part of my life like the best friend I’d adored in high school, who was constantly dragging me into fun, but completely destructive directions.
I have just over a year to make myself the person I’d always longed to be. Although a solid New Year’s resolution might be able to help me with my exercise and diet, I need something more drastic. So I’ve decided that I’m taking on a new resolution each week for the next fifty weeks. If it all works out, I’ll hit my second half century as the person I’d always thought I was capable of being. If not, I’ll have to sit back and acknowledge that my previous goal was unachievable and I won’t feel any regrets for at least trying.
I’ve decided the best first resolution is to journal everyday. There have been times in my life where I was successfully writing in a journal every day. That was years ago. I miss the comfort of a daily thought about how my life is going on any set day. So I’ve bought myself a leather journal and am ready to go.
I’ll update you on my progress on Friday. Have a wonderful week!