So, I thought a good, sort of sweeping New Years resolution for 2014 would be to do something every day that I feel good about. I think it's a pretty good one because it can cover a lot of things (drink more water, cook more, go to the gym), without being so specific that I put too much pressure on myself and make it too easy to break the resolution and give up halfway through January.
And I'll admit, the trouble I am having is t exactly a terrible thing, it's just...what constitutes something I feel good about? The day I came up with this idea, I was also lounging in the living room in the big chair that sits in the bay window of our apartment. I was listening to an audiobook while Liam was napping, thinking about how the dishwasher was full and I needed to get up and start it. That's it. The issue was not doing the dishes, not submerging my hands in greasy, grimy dishwater, not struggling to scrape baked on grossness off of a pan. It was simply to make myself get up, open the door, put some soap in, and turn the dial to "start."
I just didn't want to get up.
I'd spent the day entertaining my baby, a task that, while mostly fun, is exhausting, and I had just finally gotten him down for a nap and had found a perfect, comfortable position to lie in. I felt pretty good about that, it's not always easy to get comfortable in that chair. So...could that be what I felt good about, that day?
In the end, I got up and started the dishwasher, not even realizing that it would make Kurt extremely happy to come home to a dish-free sink and a running washer. Then I made dinner and felt good about the outcome.
But look at today: I slept late enough that when I went to get Liam out of his crib, he'd been up for a while. He was--and is, hours later--in a great mood. So far today he has given me 6 kisses, only three of which I asked for (he is currently not in the kissiest phase). Watching him walk circles around the coffee table, pulling along the little waddling wooden duck we gave him for his birthday, makes me burst with a kind of happiness that I simply cannot describe.
Is that enough to feel good about, today?
I mean, I also have had 2 glasses of water and no diet Pepsi today. And I'm already planning out tonight's dinner. So...
And I'll admit, the trouble I am having is t exactly a terrible thing, it's just...what constitutes something I feel good about? The day I came up with this idea, I was also lounging in the living room in the big chair that sits in the bay window of our apartment. I was listening to an audiobook while Liam was napping, thinking about how the dishwasher was full and I needed to get up and start it. That's it. The issue was not doing the dishes, not submerging my hands in greasy, grimy dishwater, not struggling to scrape baked on grossness off of a pan. It was simply to make myself get up, open the door, put some soap in, and turn the dial to "start."
I just didn't want to get up.
I'd spent the day entertaining my baby, a task that, while mostly fun, is exhausting, and I had just finally gotten him down for a nap and had found a perfect, comfortable position to lie in. I felt pretty good about that, it's not always easy to get comfortable in that chair. So...could that be what I felt good about, that day?
In the end, I got up and started the dishwasher, not even realizing that it would make Kurt extremely happy to come home to a dish-free sink and a running washer. Then I made dinner and felt good about the outcome.
But look at today: I slept late enough that when I went to get Liam out of his crib, he'd been up for a while. He was--and is, hours later--in a great mood. So far today he has given me 6 kisses, only three of which I asked for (he is currently not in the kissiest phase). Watching him walk circles around the coffee table, pulling along the little waddling wooden duck we gave him for his birthday, makes me burst with a kind of happiness that I simply cannot describe.
Is that enough to feel good about, today?
I mean, I also have had 2 glasses of water and no diet Pepsi today. And I'm already planning out tonight's dinner. So...
I don't know, reader. This is a weird dilemma to have. First world problems, I guess. It's just what's on my mind, today.
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