Another year has passed, and I’m getting closer and closer to gray hair. I enjoy living in denial of aging, but the occasional gray hair has kept me real. Well, real until I hank that fucker out. Then I’m 25 again!
Truthfully, I’d like to subscribe to John Oliver’s opinions to New Years Eve, but I always seem to find myself resolving to make some changes in the coming year. I only have two this year, which go completely against my belief that resolutions should be specific and able to be checked off a list.
First, I want to live an extraordinary life. Something beyond existing, which is the realm I believe most of us live in, and move into thriving, growing, kicking ass, etc. For me, extraordinary living is something you experience, not something that is admired by others. I’ve recently been reading Rick Hanson’s Hardwiring Happiness while waiting in the pick-up line at Cecilia’s school. In a nutshell, he talks about focusing on the good by bringing it to the forefront of the mind and staying with those thoughts/emotions until it makes some good neural memories. That activity helps your brain stay in a positive happy place versus focusing on the negative or things that need to be changed. It’s a pretty awesome book, and I highly recommend it.
Secondly, I want to improve my sleep. As I’ve mentioned time and time again, my sleep is FUBAR , and I’m going to take some of the tools I already have, increase my knowledge, and seek help to make things better. I’m not ignorant enough to make a crazy lofty goal like, “Fix my sleep problems,” because that’s destined to fail. Just make things better. In fact, I’ve already started. For three nights in a row, I have made it to the bed by 10:30, and from there, I have read a real book (see Hardwiring Happiness above), and avoided screens (like my phone) for at least 30 minutes before I planned to fall asleep. I’ve also aimed to not eat in the middle of the night, write down the times that I’ve woken up, and wake up at 6:30am every day. I’ve failed at those last three tasks, but I’m rejoicing in my current accomplishments. Going to bed before midnight takes a lot of willpower. I have a crappy relationship to sleep and giving into it early (instead of watching tv and browsing Reddit) is hard. Also, I started reading The Promise of Sleep by William C Dement. Well, technique I’m listening to it because I downloaded the audiobook from the library. I haven’t made it very far into the book since Cecilia is with me in the car most trips during her holiday break, but it’s moving in the right direction.
Two goals. Two vague goals. And I already started on the wrong foot - but it’s not my fault.
Last night, I went to bed early. New Year’s Eve be damned - this girl wants to improve her sleep. But I was foiled by my redneck neighbors at midnight because the m-f’ers set off fireworks, a shit ton of fireworks, that woke me up and freaked out the dogs. This resulted in two hours of awake time and my first thoughts of the new year to be rather unkind wishes for said neighbors. Of course, I slept two hours past my alarm because I was in no mood for getting up. Awesome sauce. (As in awesomely bad.)
But there’s always a silver lining since I got to tweet about it later.
Regardless to the start, this year is going to kick ass. Here’s to an awesome 2015 (and to not finding anymore gray hairs).