I haven’t stayed up till midnight on my own for about two years and two months. The ball dropped early in our homestead because hubby and I agreed that we were kidding ourselves if we really thought midnight was a realistic goal…and isn’t New Years all about goals? Add a couple glasses of wine to the mix and we are out by 9…even on a full stomach.
I don’t usually make resolutions. Not for any particular reason negative or positive. I often forget it’s New Years. I’ve also asked people the date when I used to write checks…
on my birthday.
But this year,
I turn 39. Not really significant, except, I thought I was 37 up until just a few months ago, when hubby told me I was 38 and I argued with him and actually had to check my license. Somewhere, a year got away from me, and I find this just a titch disturbing. Yeah sure, there are kids, work, life…but to loose a year?
Hubby asked me if my New Year’s Resolution was to take on a new hobby? Then it hit me. Isa got way too too much stuff rattling in my nugget. I’m enjoying sewing..a lot and I still like my knitting but somewhere, somehow..I lost a year and when I realized today that I was that weird woman wearing stained sweats to go grocery shopping AND said sweats were also the prior evening’s pj’s AND the prior afternoon’s “lounge wear”, it hit me. I lost myself. Not just a year.
Can I say this is also a titch disturbing?
This epiphany is not really an epiphany as a few weeks back I caught a glimpse of my old self shopping when I firmly told myself that I was NOT going to buy a pair of UGG’s because they are practical and opted to buy a pair of tall black boots with biker bitch buckles. HELLO OLD ME! I realized that knitting and sewing is very medidative but it can also be numbing…tuning out…vegging out. I think I may be the only knit blogger and now cross-over sewing blogger (call me Cher!) that plans to knit and sew less. Yup. Less! I have my projects in mind, yes I do, and I do still plan to take the numbing time we all need once in awhile just to survive.
So you may not see me as much, and thats a GOOD thing!
Because there is a little something that Ive been meaning to accomplish since I’ve healed from my back surgery and before I hit 40. And now that 40 is a year closer than I thought, now is the perfect time. Hubby thinks he may join me. It’s in October 2009.
It’s a little something I like to call my third 26.2.
(the 2009 official site isn’t up yet, unless I just lost another year..but this time backwards).
15 Comments
January 2, 2009 at 4:36 pm
Yahoo! You are really an inspiration. Somewhere between having two children and getting divorced I lost myself too. Starting finding “me” again about a year ago and every day I still find more. It is definitely hard when you are working, momming and taking care of all the other things that life throws at you but it can be done. I am impressed with your goal and know you will achieve it. Have a great ‘09.
January 2, 2009 at 6:01 pm
It’s a hard thing to try and set aside time to find yourself. This is something that I too need to do, thanks for the inspiration!
January 2, 2009 at 8:03 pm
Shoot, just chasing after Scrappy and Gangles for 2 years and two months makes you prequalified to run that race!!!
January 3, 2009 at 1:26 am
You go girl!
January 3, 2009 at 1:51 am
I made that same sort of age mistake when I was 38 (or was I?). Much to my relief, my math error was in the other direction, whereas I thought I was a year older than I really was.
I was so excited when I found out I was really a year younger, that it felt like God had given me a gift of a free year. So I made a resolution to put the year to good use, for the betterment of the universe. Then a friend pointed that my “free” year was nothing more than a math error and that God probably had nothing to do with it. So instead of dedicating a year of my life to making a difference, I started drinking heavily and picking up strange men at bars. Men I didn’t even know.
So you already have a hot biker chick leg up on me.
By the way, when you said “hello old me…” did you mean…? oh, never mind.
January 3, 2009 at 9:32 am
ohhhh go girl go!!!!
January 3, 2009 at 10:47 am
i found the old me and then i threw her back.
January 3, 2009 at 11:34 am
I have always wanted to do a marathon but never have – - 1/2 marathon was my best. I will let you be my stunt double (ok that is really streaching it) and you can run that marathon for me. : ) Nothing brings back youth more than the long run at the end of the week – once you are done you feel like a million.
knit one, sew one, run 26.2. Go get it Kristy!!!
January 3, 2009 at 2:50 pm
Good for you!!
I see a lot of women who realize this way to late.
January 3, 2009 at 3:10 pm
I’m so glad you bought the boots! Rockin’ shoes are an important step to reclaiming yourself.
January 3, 2009 at 9:51 pm
You go girl. I did my first half in October at 49 and freakin’ FIVE-O hits in February. I’m thinking NY in November as a once in a lifetime. BE my inspiration!! Now send me a pic of those boots b/c I’m way too frumpy these days.
January 5, 2009 at 4:05 pm
Hee hee – that sounds like something I’ve done re: my age.
Hmm, I wonder if Uggs is missing a marketing op? The Ugg biker boot…
January 5, 2009 at 7:08 pm
Excellent choice of event. I, not a runner and one who does NOT enjoy running, ran my first marathon – Chicago at age 38 – it took me 6 hours 52 minutes and 13 seconds, I finished 24,542nd and it was the PROUDEST day of my life. It proved to me that I could make a plan, stick to the plan and have a successful outcome. I wish you ALL the best in this and would be happy to assist you in anyway you’d like to meet this goal.
January 7, 2009 at 3:08 pm
Congrats on the marathon, it will be very fulfilling I’m sure. I’m all about the hot mama shoes, it’s my vice, next to yarn, so good for you on the biker bitch boots! Happy New Year!
January 8, 2009 at 9:11 pm
hee, hee, I have to tell on myself I don’t think I’ve ever once stayed up till midnight, even in my late teens and early twenties when partying was the “way” I was always early to bed. I guess I’m square.
Marathon! How awesome.