I woke up entirely too early on January 1, 2010 filled with anticipation and the hopes that a new year brings. It was a new year — the time to start over, get my life in order, get paperwork organized, the house de-cluttered; a chance once again to do things right this year. This is the only day of the year I utter the phrase “clean slate”.
Phhhttttt! I rolled over and thought about this new year stuff and decided to sleep on it awhile. That didn’t work as EmmaLou, Golden Destroyer came bounding in to the room demanding I get up. Could she know it is a new year? Do doggie thoughts of chew toy organizing go through her head? Crap. Reluctantly, I got out of bed. I went downstairs to sit in my comfy chair and read a book and surf online awhile as my brain warmed up. I glanced over at the dining room where Christmas detritus was still strewn. Wishing for a magic wand to make it all disappear…I went into the kitchen where Devoted Spouse, who unbelievably was up even earlier than I, had the coffee started.
With coffee in me I could look at the new year properly. I could begin by making a list of what I wanted to accomplish this year…what are my goals and aspirations? What was I going to do differently this year that would have any type of impact on how I lived my life?
Crumpling up that piece of paper I decided this new year meditation was a bad idea. It reeked of resolutions and I’ll be danged if I’m getting hung up on that stuff again – nope – no planning what I expected from my new year. No lists made of things I want to do. I went back to my coffee and my book.
I decided that the problem of a new year is that we put too much pressure on ourselves. On January 1, we are all expected to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and excited about opening our new calendars and organizing the crap out of everything. Heck, I can’t get my table cleared off, why should I be expected to start a diet on this day and get all new folders set up for bills and important papers. That big plastic box worked just fine for 2009 papers and calendars are just a reminder that you have to do something you probably don’t want to do.
So I had a dish of rum raisin ice cream and wisely decided the diet would start on January 4, a more reasonable day, a Monday. Diets should always begin on Mondays. On January 4, I will start dealing with the leftover Christmas mess, start taking down the tree and put the gifts away. On January 4, I will pull out my new calendar and jot down some dates of things I may not want to do, but have to anyway (I hate my dentist). And on January 4, I will start the process of wading through the paperwork of 2009 looking desperately for anything to help me lower my tax bill.
It should be decreed that when New Year hits on a Friday, that day and the weekend should be reserved for that last dish of ice cream, some college football, a couple of old Thin Man movies, and the pleasure of some more goofing off. The 4th of January is time enough to ease into this new year stuff.
Does this make me a procrastinator? I dunno. I’ll get back to you on that.