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Trumpet Blares, Time for New Year's R-e-s-o-l-u-t-i-o-n-s!

It is the end of the year. My dear puppy is sleeping peacefully next to me and I just made the horrible decision to eat TWO bowls of froyo. It's frozen yogurt, so it's healthier than ice cream, right? RIGHT??
On that vein, I have some pretty great New Year's Resolutions to fail at this year.
Here they are.
1) I'm going to start eating healthier.
It seems that my steady diet of fast food, no breakfast, and coffee has not been giving me the kind of relentless energy I need to satisfactorily make it through my day. Vegetables are apparently a "thing", so I am going to start taking my own advice and actually preparing myself real food for lunch instead of just running through DQ at 2:00 pm and eating chicken strips and a sundae.
I'm also going to start drinking water all the time. My good (only) friend knows that I am probably severely dehydrated. I'mma make that girl proud of me this year.

2) Running.
Last summer, I started running. It felt good. I got cool, outside air. Or sometimes hot, outside air. My dog was happier. My kids were happier because I didn't blow my gasket at them as often. And I slept like the dead, which is, believe it or not, an impressive and very good thing for me. I'm going to start doing that again. Baby steps. Once a week. Even in the winter. I can do that, I think.....

3) Sleeping.
Should I start shooting for 8 hours? Let's split the difference between that and what I get now and try to do 6.

4) Quit social media.
BAHAHAHAHAHA. Seriously, though. I want to limit my social media time. No more compulsively checking Facebook 18 times a day. I actually turned off my notifications tonight. I'm going to try to limit myself to only checking once at night and otherwise being present with my family. I predict my productivity goes through the roof.

5) Get better at planning.
All that excess time should allow me to plan my year in advance. My goal is to get lesson plans done two weeks at a time instead of one, and I want to focus on getting that curriculum mapping DONE so that next year it doesn't kick my butt so badly. I am going to kick my professional life in gear this year!

6) Spend less time stressing and more time loving.
Self- explanatory.



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