Hello, 2018

My husband thinks I’m weird. Again. Shockingly, after being together for almost 13 years, I can still manage to surprise him with my weirdness. This time it was because I commented, “Thank God, I hate odd-numbered years” after the ball dropped and we welcomed 2018. You’d think that for a guy who gets irritated when he finds out that I stopped pumping my gas at the $12.97 mark instead of the $13.00 mark, that he’d somewhat understand. But  nope.

So that’s how my 2018 started, which was probably better than how we’ve previously rung in the New Year — with drunk people who had access to fireworks, firearms, and Fireball. Yikes. We watched part of the new Dave Chappelle special on Netflix, switched over to watch the ball drop, argued for a few minutes, and then finished the special. Obligatory “we’re officially old” comment. And then my husband turned 40 yesterday, so the oldness is legit on his behalf, and now I’m old by association.

Little Man and I talked about writing down New Year’s resolutions, but we didn’t. Considering that both of us essentially had “be organized and get shit done” as one of our goals (his was phrased less cursey), it appears that we aren’t off to a great start.

I had a few goals last year, some I was successful with and some I wasn’t. The main goals was actually losing more weight, which I did. I was down almost 40 pounds when Thanksgiving rolled around. And then after Thanksgiving, my extended birthday weekend, the cruise, multiple Christmas get-togethers, and my husband’s birthday, it’s more like 35. Now it’s time to get back to it. Another goal was to open an Etsy shop, which I did. I only had a few sales (most of my sales were from my Facebook page), but I was able to check that off at least.

Now for some positives from 2017 that weren’t really goals. I was hired for a new job about a month ago. (And got offered for two others I applied for within the same week, go figure!) Typical work from home content writer, part-time, flexible schedule deal. It’s more hours than the other freelance gigs I’ve had in a while, and I’m still trying to get adjusted to that. I like more hours, but finding the quiet time I need to write has been tough, especially with the kids out of school. Note to self: maybe don’t start a new job during the busiest time of the year.

The positive thing that I’m most excited about from 2017 — I was recommended for cochlear implant surgery and will get implanted this month. The insurance company denied it at first and gave the two most bullshit reasons ever, but after a peer-to-peer with my doctor, they approved it, so yay! The doctor said it isn’t guaranteed to work well and that it could take up to a year to see max benefits, but I’m hopeful. Worst case scenario (assuming I don’t die or get meningitis and then die), is that I lose the residual hearing in that ear and am in about the same place I am now. Best case — through rehab and relearning to hear in that ear, I might get close to normal hearing in that ear. The risk is worth it.

This is a big deal, since it recently hit me how much of a struggle it would be with most traditional jobs (Baby Girl will start kindergarten fall of next year), struggling with using the phone, not being able to hear most conversations with background noise, etc. If the implant works, I’ll have more options as far as job opportunities go, plus it’d be nice not to depend on my husband so much.

So, hello 2018 — bring it on.

Any goals for your year or are you just gonna keep on keepin’ on? 

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New Year, But No New Me

I’m not a big New Year’s resolutions person. I do tend to get a little more introspective around this time of year and make some goals for the year, but I’m not going to try to pull a 180 with my life or go “New Year, New Me.” It’s cool if that’s your thing, but setting big lofty goals that I get gung-ho over doesn’t work for me, as I tend to screw up pretty quickly, get down on myself (or even full blown depressed), and never get anything done.

So, one of my goals for last year was to diversify my toddlerish palate. This year I came to like coffee. I pretty much need the weakest version there is plus lots of creamer, but at least I can (sort of) legit have coffee with a friend without ordering Coke. I also came to like hot tea (which might be called plain old tea by those of you who aren’t Southerners and don’t throw a shit ton of ice and sugar in it to make it taste like heaven).

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I’m pretty sure I found a couple of actual foods that I liked, but I can’t remember for the life of me what they were. (Mini 2017 goal: improve memory.) I also tried a few new things — some I liked, some I didn’t. I especially liked the wyagu steak I had with my husband in Charleston (while it doesn’t exactly count as something new since it’s steak, I wouldn’t typically have tried something foreign to me), but I wasn’t wild over the edamame, to put it nicely. I’m going to keep this goal going into this year.

I also wanted to improve my health. I did lose a little weight. It was just a drop in the bucket for what I need to lose, so I plan to keep working on it. I’m going to be more aggressive about it this year. I also cut down on my Coke consumption and plan to continue doing so, which will help a lot, as that’s by far my biggest source of empty calories.

I do have a goal to add to those for this year — cut down on spending. Namely the impulse spending. Some of it I blame on bipolar, but a lot of it is $5 or $10 here and there on toys, junk at checkout for the kids, takeout, etc. All of that adds up. Last year wasn’t the best year money-wise (our dog’s surgery and needing a new central air unit were rather costly), so I’m hoping that this year we’ll be able to put more towards paying off debt and savings. (I feel like I should add that I’m grateful that we’re in a position where we were able to take care of those things.)

It’s not a life goal, but I also want to open at Etsy shop this year to sell necklaces and other jewelry. The necklaces I made for everyone for Christmas this year were a hit (two people even cried), so I’m going to test the waters and see how selling them goes. That would certainly help with our money goal if I could get something started with that, plus I enjoy making them. If that doesn’t work out, then maybe I’ll get back to doing some freelance work.

Here’s to 2017. Do you have one goal in mind for the year?

Share Your World – Week 1

Would you prefer to receive a unicycle, bicycle, tricycle or motorcycle?

Well, considering that having a bicycle was a bit of a disaster for me, I’ll have to pass on that. I’m pretty sure a unicycle would be equally disastrous. I would love to have a motorcycle, since I think they’re bad ass (thanks, Sons of Anarchy), but Sam has already shot that down with not just a “No,” but a “Hell, no.” That leaves a tricycle. I’m not likely to turn over and break something, even if I do have a drink or two, nor am I likely to die in a high-speed death, so a tricycle it is.

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What is one thing you’d like to accomplish this year?

I’d like to lose 30 pounds. I dropped a little weight last year, so slowly losing some more this year (and the next) would be great.

What was one of the highlights of 2016 for you?

There was lots of cool stuff, but I think the top highlight would probably be the mental health wish list I posted at the end of 2015 happening. To save you from clicking the link, at the end of 2015 I wanted:

  • The number of nightmares and times I wake up throughout the night with anxiety attacks reduced
  • A decrease in anxiety
  • Less mood swings, especially the ones throughout the day
  • More consistent “normal” feeling
  • Less days where I feel completely depressed.

All of those happened. Some were to smaller degrees than others, but overall there was improvement. Hopefully that’ll continue in 2017 and I haven’t jinxed myself.

Would you prefer to fly a kite or fly in a hot air balloon?

A kite! You couldn’t pay me to get into a hot air balloon. No amount of money. I did get in one as a kid at a fair or something (one of those deals where you go up maybe a hundred feet, the balloon is attached to the ground by a rope, and they bring you back down), and I was terrified. Adult me ain’t risking falling out. And I know that everyone says I wouldn’t fall out, but y’all (well, those people) obviously don’t know me that well, because I absolutely would trip over something, defy the laws of physics, and be thrown out to my death. Or the bottom of the basket would give away. I’m totally having a nightmare about this tonight.

Share Your World is hosted by Cee — check out her blog here.