1. Respect myself, my talents, and my time. (Also a suggested goal for those wanting to be good friends.)
2. Pick up the guitar at least once a week.
3. Sell some of my beautiful creations.
4. Break ties that threaten to drown me in annoyance.
5. Continue to work toward a better, healthier me.
6. Post to my blogs once a week or more.
7. Keep weeding through the piles in my house, my email, and my brain.
8. Rediscover a healthy, balanced diet.
9. Finish reading at least one book a month.
10. Watch less television. Maybe this will be the year I stop being a couch potato?
11. Write a page a day.
12. Keep better contact with the worthwhile people.
13. Introduce my husband to another new vegetable. *rubs hands together maniacally*
14. Worry less.

There was a time when I could bring people to their knees with a simple wave of my hand. Worlds rose and fell at my behest. I could make you feel loved from thousands of miles away with a single word. People respected my opinion enough to ask for it. People knew to ask before assuming I had nothing better to do than be at their beck and call. Don't believe me? Then you never knew me and you may be in for a rude awakening.

Obviously, my resolutions have already slipped. I shall try to make up for it by sharing with you some Monday wisdom. Now if only I felt wise on Mondays. I've been struggling to keep my eyes open all morning, yet I made it to my morning workout session. My jump rope committed suicide, sending little pieces of plastic to the corners of the gym. I am still not positive that I got all of those pieces, which should be a nice surprise for some bored child on Sunday.

As I faked running from one end of the gym to the next, I noticed a few things. First, my friend's daughter was using a basketball like a stability ball. She also seemed more stable than I've ever been as she assumed the superman pose. Second, a couple of my friends reminded me of dancers as they moved in sync. I'm the dancer who is always two steps behind, but that is okay. That means I have room for improvement.

In other news, I got loved on by a kitty today. He crawled into my lap with a certainty that I was a cat lady and therefore absolutely had to pet him until he purred like the engine of a muscle car. Of course, he got a little miffed when I wandered off to check on one of the babies I was watching for a friend, but it'll be okay because he punished me by swatting me with his tail emphatically. He still didn't get my undivided attention, but I am sure he will forgive me (mainly because silly humans are too insignificant for ruler kitties to remember our transgressions.)

Afternoon church continues to leave me feeling like I need to slap myself awake for the third hour, but for that first hour I have just enough energy to wow the children. Today, my husband helped a little girl put together a puzzle. As he did so, one of the other children began insisting that my husband was going to burp. After about the third repetition in the singsong voice of an eight year old, I smiled sweetly, opened my mouth, and released a medium range burp. One of the boys looked like his eyes were going to pop. His mouth also dropped open, but he didn't burp. I really don't feel like I am teaching those kids anything at all... even the rude stuff.

Maybe I should rewrite all my resolutions in honor of the Chinese new year. Naw. Then I would have to make them more difficult and I am certain I haven't even touched on half of them. In the meantime, I need to convince myself my life is more exciting, so you have more to read each month. You know you agree...