A new approach

I need a new approach.

To what you ask?  Just about everything.

I have realized something important recently.  I still have the same train of thought and expectations of myself as when I was in my early to mid-twenties.  (A.K.A. before marriage/children)  Yup, I said it.  When I was young and single.  When my biggest responsibility was to feed the cat and scoop the litter box.  When I had an idea, I went for it, completed it, did it well and never understood anyone who could not achieve the same thing.  I always had 2-3 jobs and still managed to keep a tidy, well organized house and stay in reasonable physical shape.  I was actually, very active. (More on this at another time- sigh...)

Fast forward 10 years.  I have 2 beautiful children, a wonderful husband, 2 dogs, a mortgage, you know where I am going with this.  I seem to start projects, volunteer for things and then just peter out. (Like- oh I don't know- this blog and my intention on selling things on e-bay)  If it is not huge and awesome on day 1, I loose interest by day 4.  Slow and steady needs to be my new mantra.

I often feel like Doug from the movie Up.

I have several goals floating around in my mind.  Some of them for this year, some as a stepping stone for the future.  I need to set aside time to write it all down and break it down into attainable goals.  I have a friend that is fabulous at setting and attaining goals and I am going to be hitting her up for a motivational meeting the soon as her Grandmother is all moved in.

My #1 priority for 2012 is: FOCUS and PATIENCE

I am stuck in a house full of half finished projects at the moment- when the house is out of order I can not focus, so in order to feel like I am starting to act on my new goals before I can organize them, I have been working on two very small things daily.   More on the great project debacle of 2012 later.

1. Sitting up straight
This is an easy one.  I have terrible posture.  I have had terrible posture since I "bloomed early" and was in Catholic school. You try being 10 years old with boobs in a uniform and see if you don't slouch.

2. Putting lotion on my hands. 
To be very specific... After every time that I wash my hands, before bed and when I think of it until my hands resemble a lady's.  Ugh.
No, really, I am.  I go 100 miles a minute at most times.  Putting lotion on my hands is like torture.  I hate having to wait 2-3 minutes for them to dry off enough to be able to open something, touch the phone, computer, etc.  This leads to cracked hands.  Ew.  Not only is is unattractive, it hurts and is very hard to fold clothes with your hands getting stuck to socks like Velcro.

So there, I have not fallen off the face of the earth, I just like shopping at yard sales a tad a TON more than I like listing the things I purchase.  I am going to change the way I use this blog and hope that it helps me focus and be patient with the natural progress of life and I would like to talk about more than just my yard sale finds.  That is, if you'll have me.