Big surprise, I didn’t make it through my Christmas countdown. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE Christmas. But 26 posts about it was a bit much to ask. And let’s not forget my mantra: my blog, my rules.
So let’s talk about New Years. And this is not another countdown – the title was meant to be witty. Not sure if I achieved that or not. Anyway. The other day my boyfriend asked me what my New Year’s resolutions will be, and I laughed. I have never been a resolution type of person, and let me explain why.
What are the most common resolutions? Go to the gym, eat more veggies, spend less money, and floss?
Well, I hate going to the gym at the best of times, so starting a regular routine in the dead of winter when I have to don boots and mittens just to get to the gym? Putting on the boots is workout enough.
You know when I like veggies? Never. Except for corn on the cob. Find me some corn on the cob in January and we’ll talk.
Spend less money. Most people probably spent all their money on Christmas and Boxing Day. I am a grinch who only bought for 2 people and worked on Boxing Day, so in reality I think I have more money to spend come January.
And floss? Well my most recent visit to the dentist turned up with 9 cavities, so at the stern advice of my dental hygienist, I’ve been flossing regularly for a while now.
So that’s that. I might sound incredibly cynical, but I prefer to think I am realistic. How many people really, really stick to their resolutions come February? My guess is not many. So instead of ill-fated promises to better myself, I am going to share some goals that I have for the near future that I hope to get a start on in the new year.
1. Open an RSP. My smartass caring father bought me a copy of The Wealthy Barber Returns for Christmas and it has actually given me some insight into my future. And given that I am headed toward a career in social services, it looks like I’m going to be on my own for a pension. Not to mention the fact that I fucked up my tax forms at my new job and haven’t paid any taxes since June, so I could use the tax deduction of an RSP. And the book taught me something about investing $100/month starting now and ending up with $200,000 come retirement, and that sounds pretty cool too.
2. Get heat in my apartment. As of about a week ago, I have lived in my apartment longer than I’ve ever lived anywhere, ever (save for my Dad’s place). I’ve been in this place for somewhere around a year and 15 days. I know, sad record. Anyway. We have never had heat. I know. I KNOW. I am a horrible person for not dealing with this. I somehow feel like last winter wasn’t as cold or something, because today it was freezing in here, so I broke down and called the landlord and have set the ball rolling. I am sure it will be easier said than done, but at least my horrified family can rest assured that I’ve made a step in the warm direction.
3. Back up all my files. Good old Dad also bought me an external hard drive, which I have been meaning to do for months. I have a bit of a procrastinating problem. The issue here is that the files on my computer are so painfully disorganized, and I feel like it would be counterproductive to back them up without sorting them first. Which might take another few months. Ugh.
4. Fix my computer. Or maybe not. See, I have this issue paying someone to fix it because I clearly know better than the entire Geek Squad, and I’m fairly certain they won’t know what’s wrong. So I may just have to make do with a brand new laptop that I can’t unplug or it will die.
5. Was that the right use of do? Make due? Make do? Hmm.
6. Get rid of all the extra shit in my house. Admittedly, this is a little resolutiony, but it’s a coincidence! My current roommate’s former roommate left a bunch of stuff behind when she moved to BC, mostly kitchen stuff. The problem now is that I can never remember what belongs to my current roommate and what belonged to her former roommate, so I can never do any purging. (I am aware that I could just ask her for help. Shut up.) However, now my current roommate is moving to BC as well (I know this isn’t helping simplify things) and I will finally know what stuff I can get rid of. Because all of the stuff will be mine, or not mine. Yea. Makes sense to me anyway. For example, I can sort through our 45 cereal bowls and decide to keep a select few, or buy my own, and I won’t be accidentally getting rid of my roommate’s favourite dish.
7. Buy a bigger bookshelf. Current roommie is leaving me all the bowls, but sadly she took her awesome living room shelves down, which were the previous home of a lot of my shit. So now a large portion of my wordly possessions live in a milk crate, and the rest are in a pile on the living room floor. 
Anyway. I have worked far too many days in a row on far too few hours of sleep, so I am going to quit while I’m ahead. Even though I am pretty sure I started falling behind around #2…
xo.
