{"id":1916,"date":"2008-01-08T20:18:09","date_gmt":"2008-01-09T01:18:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/klishis.com\/notreally\/archives\/1916"},"modified":"2008-01-08T20:18:09","modified_gmt":"2008-01-09T01:18:09","slug":"resolved-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/klishis.com\/notreally\/archives\/1916","title":{"rendered":"Resolved?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve never been a fan of New Year&#8217;s Resolutions. In fact, I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;ve ever seriously made one (the ones you make as a kid when you&#8217;re all excited to stay up past you bedtime and make something up off the top of your head just because that&#8217;s what you&#8217;re supposed to do totally don&#8217;t count.)<\/p>\n<p>If I decide that something needs to be changed or done, then I simply do it. (I&#8217;m impulsive like that.) I decided I needed to start exercising, so I start walking that day at lunch. I decide that I needed upper body strength, I sign up for the gym the next day.<\/p>\n<p>(The closest I&#8217;ve come to planning out a major change was spending two months reading magazines full of &#8220;Get Organized!&#8221; articles, and then deciding one day to organize the basement, including going and buying all the boxes and bins and baskets I&#8217;d thought were interesting in all those magazine articles. [The result? Total win!])<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve never understood the idea of waiting until the end of the year, making up a whole list of things you don&#8217;t like about yourself, and then try to change everything at once. That&#8217;s just a recipe for failure, which seems like a good way to feel even worse about yourself than you did when you made a list of everything that was wrong with yourself.<br \/>\nBut as I read magazines and blogs that talk about resolutions, I&#8217;ve started to think about whether there are things I need to resolve to do. (Mind you, the fact I&#8217;m still in therapy for my depression makes me even more introspective than usual.) I realized that in a little under two and a half years I turn forty. And even though I like birthdays, that&#8217;s still a pretty big turning point. So I started to wonder if there was something about myself that I&#8217;d like to change before I reach that point?<\/p>\n<p>At which point, like any normal American female, I started listing off things I don&#8217;t like about myself: my hair, my skin, my shape&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Then I stopped and said fuck this. There is nothing horribly wrong with me. No, I&#8217;m not perfect, but NO ONE is perfect. So why would I even try the impossible?<\/p>\n<p>Thus I decided. What I want to do by the time I turn forty is to be comfortable with myself as I am. I want to be able to look in a mirror and be happy with what I see, and be comfortable in my own skin.<br \/>\nAnd I think over the past couple years I&#8217;ve been taking baby steps in that direction. I&#8217;ve been learning how to deal with my hair. I&#8217;ve been trying different things for my skin&#8211;making an effort instead of just ignoring it. And those things are helping, because although I can&#8217;t control every element of my life, there are things I can do to make life easier for myself. (i.e. anti-frizz serum is the best stuff in the whole world.)<br \/>\nSo there you have it. My resolution. To become comfortable with myself, as I am, by my 40th birthday.<\/p>\n<p>Now I just need suggestions for how to go about doing it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;ve never been a fan of New Year&#8217;s Resolutions. 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