1. Throw out my 10X-magnifying mirror. A few years ago I purchased a small magnifying mirror so that I could readily tweeze the hairs that fell outside my ideal brow line. The first time I peered into its 10 times magnification glass, whoa! What I didn’t know about the true nature of my skin could fill an ocean. It looked like some exotic landscape—ravines, crevices, volcanoes. Thus began a slightly alarming obsession over blemishes and wrinkles visible only with the help of a compound microscope. It wasn’t too bad at first but I could see where this was leading. I was inching toward becoming the Evil Queen in Snow White peering into her mirror 24/7. Last year I vowed to get rid of the horrid thing and made considerable progress when I tucked the mirror into a drawer. Bringing myself to throw it out is another story entirely. There are always a few stray hairs that need tending.
2. Date night with my husband once a month: A good friend once said that you’re not truly married until you have children. At the time, I didn’t have children and the implication was clear: my husband and I were amateurs playing house. I bristled under her tone which sounded the way my older sister would tell me she was in charge when our parents went out. It wasn’t until three years later, after the birth of my twins, that I understood the full weight and measure of her words. Not coincidentally, both my children and this resolution are celebrating their 14th year. I’ll just come out and say it. If you’re raising children, this one never lasts past Valentine’s Day. In truth, I put it on my list each year more for nostalgia than anything else.
3. Run my first 5K: I’ve long enjoyed thinking about running a 5K, imagining myself crossing the finish line to cheering spectators while wearing some cheeky running shirt (I’m running for my cat printed on the back). But this year is the first time it feels remotely possible. I now go to the gym with the same frequency with which I change my handbag, which is to say, pretty often. I especially enjoy the treadmills because they have TVs mounted directly in front of you to keep your mind off running while you run. To date, I’ve built up enough stamina to manage two miles in a single Keeping Up with the Kardashians.
4. Spend less time on Facebook: This is an old story. Facebook browsing can lead to depressive symptoms. You know what I’m talking about—the constant comparisons and feelings of low self-esteem from too much Facebooking even though we all know the posts never tell the whole truth. Just when I swear I’ve had enough of humblebragging and selfies of new haircuts (my posts included), Facebook pulls me back with a video of a hoverboarding cat. Talk about an addiction.
5. Only buy things that I will actually use: Once I bought a small handbag forgetting my compulsion to have with me at all times my date book, pencil case, eyeglasses, tissues, dental floss, assorted makeup and a wallet containing a month’s worth of receipts. Then there was the tan buttery suede jacket. Gorgeous but delicate. I refused to wear the jacket if there was any chance of precipitation in the forecast for the 24 hours surrounding the proposed wearing time. Nor did I wear it if the temperature dropped below 60 degrees because it was too light. The sole window of opportunity to wear this high maintenance garment was Indian summer. At dusk. During a drought. Donning that jacket required a certain breezy attitude that I could never quite muster up. I’m too neurotic for suede.
So this year, I resolve to purchase only what truly fits me, literally and figuratively. Not so easy. The challenge lies in trying to determine how well an item will fit into your life before the item is actually in your life. Recently I was at the mall returning a well-intentioned holiday gift when a pair of boots stopped me in my tracks. They were made from luscious black leather, both waterproof and fur-lined, with combat grade lug soles. Leather straps draped artfully over the boots’ industrial silver zippers, and Lord help me, they were 50% off. They were beautiful and tenacious, boots to kick ass if you were caught in a fashion street fight or needed to escape the zombie apocalypse but a tad aggressive for the school carline. So until I see the undead coming over the hills, I’m going to have to pass.