I’m a little late with the whole New Years resolutions thing. And although I’m not doing resolutions this year, exactly, I am thinking about goals. What is the difference?
Well someone can resolve to be healthy, happy, less stressed or organised. But, my inner control freak would tell you that all of that just means that as soon as you have a crap day, get a bit stressed or forget to do the washing, all of those resolutions have gone out the window, or at least you feel like they have. And after that, what’s the point? See, this is the plight of the perfectionist reformed perfectionist!
So, what are my, oh so definable goals?
1) Paint the House. Seriously. 15 minutes at a time if necessary, flylady style. I prefer eccentric to mad, just so you know.
2) Start doing menu planning for the week and actually following the plan (most of the time)
3) Stick to the budget I’ve made so we’ll be debt free by September
4) Cut down the munchkin’s TV watching to a couple of half hour blocks (at most) during the day. I’ve come to rely on it far too much to distract her when I’m trying to get some work done. When she gets up in the morning and has a tantrum if the TV isn’t on and starts waving the remote around in a frantic manner, you know things have gone too far.
I know, my goals are far less lofty than resolutions and somewhat boring. But I like boring, boring is doable. And at the end of the day, I’m a control freak – I just like knowing that I’ll be able to tick all the boxes.
My name is Zoey. 
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