HAPPY NEW YEAR!
See how I’m already keeping with one of the goals I’ve set as part of my resolution? In truth, I didn’t write yesterday, good thing it wasn’t 2012 yet!
I’ve set a rather ambitious goal for myself: make one new meal for my family each day this week. So far, I’ve planned four meals and am excited to get to the commissary tomorrow to get groceries for the week. I’m not a great cook, but I’m genuinely trying to become one. I’ve got the genes for it, I come from a long line of fantastic family cooks on both sides of my family. I just need to explore it more for myself and find my groove. It’s challenging as I have never thought of cooking as something to which I should aspire. When my husband and I first married, we were gifted a many kitchen and cooking utensils, several of which I have used sparingly or not at all until we began to settle in here in Germany. I no longer have Mom to rely on and I have a little belly to feed. He needs nutrition, as do my husband and I, so I am trying to take care of this. Why didn’t I aspire to really learn to cook? It may have been the ever-so-slight hint of feminist in me that rebelled against this whole “work of cooking” in the past. That rebellion seems futile. I am a wife and mother now, and I do have responsibilities to my little family. If my husband is going to be the one going out and bringing home the proverbial bacon, well, then I must fill the homemaker role that is (gasp!) traditionally assigned to women. I sometimes like to think of myself as unique and rather unconventional, but conventions serve a function, too. It’s okay to give in to some of them, isn’t it? I mean, I’m still a big-time geek and do often march to my own drumbeat (it’s a catchy one, you ought to try it sometime!), so giving in to some of these feminine conventions is acceptable.
On the topic of goals, there are moments when I wonder if there’s time enough in my life (or anyone’s) to accomplish all the things I have it in mind to. I remember seeing TV shows and films where characters prepare a list of things to accomplish by the time they’re a certain age (I’m thinking specifically of a ‘Friends’ episode wherein Phoebe had such a list). I’ve never felt compelled to limit myself by setting a deadline. After all, if there’s one thing that chronic illness teaches you, it’s to set goals, but not deadlines–everything in its time. There are enough arbitrary and necessary deadlines imposed by society and life in general, why put more pressure on one’s self? Still, it couldn’t hurt to make a list of long-term, non-specific deadline (except, maybe in “this” life) goals–things I’d like to accomplish. This isn’t meant to be part of my ‘resolve to be resolute’ plan, but rather just an idea and one that I think could be rather fun and inspiring. Could be that this is more accurately classified as a “dreams” list, though, I’m not saying these are things that are only possible “in my dreams,” they are merely things that I’d like to get around to doing/seeing/experiencing. Imagine the possibilities!
Do any of you have one of these lists (with a deadline or without)? What are your thoughts on such lists? Useful? Waste of time?
As to our family goal–at least one PT day a week–well, we’ve faltered slightly on that (but then, the new year has only begun today). We had hoped to do that today, but got to the business of working on the apartment (and I *had* to watch Crazy Stupid Love and try a new recipe for Herbed Lemon Chicken). I suppose we got a workout through all of that work, but it wasn’t dedicated PT work. I suppose that’s now on our list for next weekend (and each week after that).
So that’s all I have for today. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it!