So, here we are again. It’s the beginning of a whole new year. And it could be the beginning of a whole new you – if only you could change all the many, many things that bother you about your life.
Well, if that’s the way you feel, there’s no better time to start than now. Which is exactly what I intend to do. So, here – in no particular order – is a list of my resolutions for this New Year.
* I will finally declutter – my house, my wardrobe, my mind, my life. I’ll start off with the simple stuff. Any clothes that I haven’t worn/fitted into for the last two years will go. Ditto, all the shoes with heels that are too high for comfort. Old newspapers and magazines will not be allowed to languish in dark, dusty corners. No bottles of sauces and jams past their sell-by date will be allowed to clutter up the fridge or my kitchen
* But that’s just by way of window-dressing, a way to get myself in the mood, so to speak. Then, it will be time for the serious stuff, to take a hard look at my life and see what works and what can be junked. So, all those people who get me down with negativity and bitchiness will be deleted from my address book. No more going to parties and events where all you do is air-kiss rather than speak to one another. And no longer will I make the mistake of confusing business contacts and professional net-workers with genuine friends.
* I will make time to reconnect with those who matter to me – that is, all those who are left behind in my address book after I’ve gotten rid of all the riff-raff (see above). That means meaningful conversations rather than a quick sms or perfunctory phone call; long lazy lunches rather than a hurried coffee; face-to-face meetings rather than a poke on Facebook.
* I will do some serious reading. You know, the kind that improves your mind and makes you a better person rather than the sort that keeps you up half the night to discover who the killer is. I’m finally going to overcome my addiction to murder mysteries and spy thrillers. I’m slowly going to phase out the trashy airport bestsellers and historical romances. From now on, all this stuff will be strictly rationed and faithfully rotated with more elevating reads.
* I will not diet. Over the last decade I have probably tried every faddy diet in the world – and then some. But from now on, I’m going to eschew every form of calorie-counting. So, no more asking for dressing on the side when I order a salad. No more refusing the bread basket when it arrives at the table. No more sticking to lean protein and steamed vegetables. I will have carbohydrates at dinner and dessert afterwards for good measure (well, okay, maybe just a spoon or two).
* I will not waste endless hours surfing the Net for no good reason. Even though I’m not on any of the many social networking sites that proliferate these days, I still fritter away half the day on the Net, flitting promiscuously from one website to another. In my defence, I start off with the best of intentions. I’m going to conduct some research for my weekly column. Or, when I’m strapped for ideas, I’m going to trawl the news sites for a headline that I could chase. And then, before you can say ‘Google search’ I’m lost in some trashy gossip space, obsessively checking the status report on Brangelina, chuckling over cellulite-laden shots of Hollywood celebrities, and getting groovy with Perez Hilton. The shame!
* I will start working out seriously (yes, again). That means no more senseless pounding of the treadmill at the gym or running around the park. I will evolve a fitness regime that takes in everything from weights to Pilates to yoga so that I tone up as well as slim down. And then, I will stick to it (even when I’m travelling.)
* I will try to kick my caffeine habit. That means goodbye to all those mid-morning cappuccinos, late-evening black coffees, and those endless Diet Cokes through the day. Instead, I will stick to green tea, green tea and yet more green tea. And yes, of course, water – lots and lots of it.
* I will learn a new skill. Quite what that will be is a bit tricky to work out. I’ve already done the whole languages thing, enrolling for classes in French and Italian. And given that I have no musical talent, a spot of light classical Hindustani is quite out of the question. So as of now, it’s a toss-up between a salsa class and spinning. If you have any better ideas, do let me know.