Happy New Year, everyone!
Yes, I know I’m over a week late, but it beats last year when I posted 17 days late. That’s progress, people. The 2015 me would have been disappointed, resentful and even pissed that other obligations kept me from writing these past two weeks (thus my lack of postings). But the 2016 me says, “Whatevs!” … Okay, “whatevs” is probably a stretch, but this year I am setting more realistic goals and cutting myself some slack when I slip up. It’s all part of my new approach to life: I am embracing my slacker side, letting go of the guilt and declaring 2016 the year of “good enough.”
Don’t get me wrong — It’s not like I’m going to become a full-fledged slacker, throwing the color-coded family calendar/schedule in the trash and serving TV dinners every night. However, my recent realization that I’m more of a Type A-minus personality than a Type A has allowed me to let go of some of the ridiculous standards that I held and the anxiety that it caused me. It’s liberating, really. I don’t have to be perfect. I don’t have to do it all. And I certainly don’t have to do it all perfectly. It’s taken me 43 years to catch on, but I think I get it now. Good enough is my new perfect.
Despite my new slacker love, I still like to set personal goals for the new year. Thanks to my new outlook, my goals will be more pragmatic and attainable this year. For example, I know I won’t actually stop yelling, cursing and complaining (it’s in my DNA, like it or not), so instead I resolve to scream, swear and bitch less in 2016. See? Much more practical. It’s all about balance. Some days I’ll be good and some days I won’t, but whatever happens, it has to be good enough.
Case in point: Tonight, I fed the kids pizza and salad for dinner so I could finish writing this post. It wasn’t the usual healthy, clean meal I prepare from scratch most nights, but you know what? It was good enough.