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Putting Me First – NY Resolutions 2019



People who gripe about New Year Resolutions and refuse to make any don’t realize they just did.  Not making a resolution is just that – a resolution.
As for me, I make resolutions all year long.  I start anew every day, readjusting my goals.  Being positive and productive keeps me active, alert, and alive.
I look forward to 2019.  It’ll be the last year I spend in my sixties. Voicing my age aloud may not surprise others but it does surprise me.  I don’t feel old, but I can no longer claim myself as young.  On demographic questionnaires, I have to scroll to the bottom of the page when it asks my age. It’s like those of us who get to live this long are not allowed to be first anymore.
Oh well, so what is new for 2019 for this vintage girl?
Besides the usual – diet, exercise, lose weight – I’m going to walk a 5K, maybe a 10K, by next December. Might as well work toward a bigger goal than just fitting into the clothes in my closet.
HoneyBunch and I have decided “to stay in place” as we retire.  We like being mortgage free, living on our three acres, so for now we’ll keep downsizing (emptying five buildings on our property down to two). He’s recycling all the wood in his airplane-hangar-sized shop from his kindergarten furniture business into beautiful, handmade pieces that he sells at local craft shows. We’re on our third year but are expanding which shows to do in 2019.
Me? I’ve decided to continue reducing the number of books I own.  All my books will be down by 50% by this time next year.  Before I buy another book, two books have to go in it its place. This includes my To Be Read pile (that honestly, have been waiting to be read for years and years), and my extensive cookbook collection. Earlier this year I reduced my children’s lit books, but those too will be half gone by next December. I have no idea where to get rid of them, but I figure, it is best if I do it while I have some say so.  I don’t want this chore should we ever decide to move or to whoever survives me.
There are a few more goals for 2019, nothing exciting.  Some personal, financial, and legal decisions we have been ignoring. A few touchups our old house needs now that we’ve decided to stay in place. But the biggest resolution HB and I have decided is to keep introducing change into our lives.

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