It’s what people do every year – hoping for a good start. Looking back on my 2017 resolutions, they are quite vague. No wonder I did not achieve much but I still enjoyed life all the same. Still feel empowered. Cuma macam aimless sometimes. Ya lah.. living like a hippie.
2017 was a year of closure I suppose. It’s like the end of say, a trilogy. Or a series. It was the end of my chapter in the district hospital. And it ended with me popping out a baby girl from my tummy. Which gives me time to collect myself and make a debut as that new doc in the clinic. mehh..
My 6 years in the district facility was a fruitful detour. A wonderful break. I needed that stint of time to blossom into a person with character. Kononnya. I want people to identify me as my own and not as someones wife or daughter in law or sister. Be like Dato Siti Nurhaliza you know. The public identifies her as who she is and not as Datuk K’s wife. Hence to be like that you have to create your own persona. Crave your own success. It will be difficult though as Mr husbands aura seems to be stronger but it’s OK, #siscuba.
- LOSE WEIGHT – that one resolution all Malaysians have in common across any breed or creed. Only this time, I would try harder and be more systematic. Meaning food diary, counting calories and work out more. This is fueled by 2 TOP MOTIVATING FACTOR which is one, I need to fit into that little space in our bed without the risk of falling to the floor. That MOM space – the little strip left for you to sleep after your husband, pillows, plushies and co-sleeping kids have conquered before you. And reason No 2, so I could be lighter on my feet as my Plantar Fasciitis is killing me. I literally had to wear sneakers in the house sometimes because my heels hurt. And that heel pain in the morning when you wake up and land your foot on the floor is just excruciating.
- TAKE MORE PHOTOS OF MYSELF – I am already struggling to find a photo of myself for this post. I tend to put others needs before me. It’s something I do out of habit, I think. And when it comes to keeping memories, I’d be the one taking photos of my family more than they do for me. I guess it started with that inferiority complex of looking like a whale in pictures which deters me from snapping a photo followed by me being engulfed by my role as a wife and mother. However, having read an article somewhere about how we want our family to remember us women as an individual of her own… I feel I need to appreciate myself more. Now how do I explain this? Remember who you were before you met him? before you had kids? Remember what you loved to do before them? so yes, take that picture of you dancing maybe. Or reading a book. Or hitting those drums, plucking the guitar, singing the song. it could be just you kicking a storm in the kitchen, watching a chick flick like you’re single and in love. in essence – a picture of just you alone, doing you. DO YOU.
- BRING MY PARENTS FOR VACATIONS OR GET TOGETHERS MORE – my younger sister has been doing it better than me. She brings them to theme parks, the beach.. even weekend hi-tea is already considered great. So yes, 2018 should be the year I incorporate my parents more in my life. I aim for at least 2 big get togethers.
- AGAIN, READ MORE – more fictions MInci. do book exchange. make use of that POPULAR membership card. this year I also intent to explore the world of #quranjournalling
That should be about it. Have a good 2018 everyone.
share with me your resolutions.