Deep down, I know New Year’s resolutions are patriarchal pants designed to make us naval gaze our way in to a vegan diet but I do like a fresh start. Like that feeling at primary school when you got a new exercise book and vowed to keep in maximum neat with best handwriting.
And so despite myself, I’m going in to 2019 with a few things to hothouse.
1) Make the children more independent
They need to lay the table, put their dirty washing in the basket, empty the dishwasher etc. I need to stop mollycoddling them- there are already enough entitled white boys in the world.
2) Create an office space.
Somewhere in the house. Just a small spot-big enough for a laptop and a tidy exercise book.
3) Write more.
I’m 16,000 words in to a novel and have been for about eight months. Get on with it!
(Wonder if that’s the most common [and most w**ky] resolution ever?)
4) Ace a mega deadlift
100kg or bust. Plus master a handstand. #dreams
5) Other noble and aspirational targets for the better and good of society etc
I don’t think resolutions should be used to beat ourselves up or starve ourselves or treadmill our bodies as punishment or reflect endlessly on our foibles and flaws but I do think there’s a value in taking a moment to consider what worked well in the year just gone and to have a momentary self-indulge in what we would like for ourselves in the year to come. Surely that’s even a little bit feminist…?