A Year of Resolution

Now that the celebration of Christmas and New Year are over, I can finally exhale.

It is reasonable hefty to celebrate Christmas when I invite family, relatives and friends to compulsory dinner- and coffee gatherings. In a week you try to make up for all the social gathering we have no time to the rest of the year (even though we want to spend time together; it's not so that we avoid being together. It’s not like as if we get together in order to tell others how social we have been during the holidays), and we don’t thank no to an invitation; it is pleasant, although we could do with a day or evening of total “living on the fat of the land” on your own sofa after the hectic preparing for the holidays, to calm down.

Right now it feels good to start working again.

Christmas is the season to make a wish. We wish for all sorts of things, some want a plethora of things, while others want some better days than they usually have.
When you want something, it's usually a bit beyond one's own control, and it doesn’t always turn out great.

Now the time has come for bringing our New Year's resolutions to life. Promises we give ourselves that something is going to be different, and preferably better.

I remember one year I decided that it was time to start training. I wanted to oppose my longevity by getting in shape and tone up the decay life's wear and tear has caused my aging body. That turned out to be an incredibly costly affair. I do not think even Jennifer Aniston has ever had such expensive fitness classes.

I signed up for a membership at a gym, and stayed a member for over two years. During those two years I went twice to the gym. Each workout cost me a tidy sum of NOK 3150 , -
That, of course, I couldn’t keep up. It cost a lot more than it tasted, and it was ridiculous to stay a member just in order to say "yes, I am a member of a gym."

The lack of performance conspicuous by its absence was not good publicity for the gym, either. It was probably a win -win situation that cancelled the ongoing membership. (It was kind of sad, though, as it was the only thing going anywhere.)

My New Year's resolution used to be ambitious and sometimes high-flying, so I gave up having any. It was like everything was going to be so intense and perfectly sized. I do not know where I thought I'd find time and opportunity for them. It was so overwhelming that I delayed getting started to a day I was in better shape, which never came.

I am so lucky to be open minded, at times. I have no problem facing my own defeat and rearrange my priorities, in order to move on.
Facebook has many great groups you can join, and in one of these groups, I found the answer!  And it was so simple it was tragic.
Last Lent one of the groups started a "40 bags on 40 days" action. It was brilliant! During the 40 days of Lent  we should throw out one bag of garbage. A shopping bag is not so much, that is manageable. Even for me.
Now I moderated it a bit, I thought that since one of my greatest sorrows was that my house had depots of things I didn’t really need anymore, but that really was both nice, in good condition and useful. I decided to get rid of a bag of things or garbage every day.

So, every day I collected superfluous bits and pieces around the house in a bag. One day clothes were gathered and handed over to charity, another day it was just regular household trash. One day I went into the bathroom and thought "there must be something here that I can throw away? Something in here must be due for discarding." That day I collected three bags of trash: Empty bottles of shampoo, outdated makeup and creams which was expired (I got rid of a self-tanning cream which was out of date three years ago, and it was not even opened ).

This ongoing event was supposed to last for 40 days, but I continued doing it simply because it wasn’t time-consuming at all, and I saw the results. Now, approximately 300 days later, it has become a habit which I appreciate.
The house has never been this tidy. Depots of boxes standing around are gone, they are not likely to pile up again, and there is an infinite relief of my mind.
New Year's Resolutions...  I don’t have the self-discipline for that, but I have learned that I can keep up habits which are good for me and my surroundings. A tiny bit is infinitely more than nothing at all. Over time it becomes a lot, and eventually it becomes a big deal.

9 Phrases Women Use

(1) Fine :

This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

(2) Five Minutes:

If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house. ...

(3) Nothing :

This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.

(4) Go Ahead:

This is a dare, not permission. Don't Do It!

(5) Loud Sigh:

This is actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to # 3 for the meaning of nothing.)

(6) That's Okay:

This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That's okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.

(7) Thanks:

A woman is thanking you, do not question, or faint. Just say you're welcome. (I want to add in a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say 'you're welcome' . that will bring on a 'whatever'.

(8) Whatever:

Is a woman's way of saying GET LOST!

(9) Don't worry about it, I got it:

Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking 'What's wrong?' For the woman's response refer to # 3.

This is (supposedly) the original.