If you read any of my past diaries, journals, scrapbooks, or this blog you will find in a matter of minutes that I'm not the best at recording...anything. All my journals, and I say all because I have started at least 6 or 7 of them, have a good 10 pages worth of writing in them and then...a lot of blank space. But then again, maybe it's a good it's a good thing more of my childhood and adolescent thoughts weren't recorded. Every time I've ever read back over the pittance I did take the time to pen down I think to myself, "what in the world is my posterity supposed to do with this?" All of my entries from grade school on seem to have been about the boy I had a crush on at the time but who didn't know I was alive. After assessing this situation years ago and realizing there was a reoccurring theme to my writing I would sit around desperately wondering what in the world there would be to write about after I got married. As it turns out...there's enough, but my poor writing commitments are unfortunately the same. And so, for probably the 57th time I am about to commit as one of my late new year's resolutions to better record my life. I don't care how I do it, I want it to get done. I can blog, scrapbook, write in a journal, whatever...as long as I do at least one thing every month. There. Now you know. Maybe that will help.
Sadly, my complacent attitude about record keeping extends to other parts of my life as well. As far as commitments go, at least in regards to the ones I make to myself, I'm pretty much a big, fat failure. I don't exercise. I don't eat particularly well. I don't read my scriptures as faithfully as I should. I don't use my time productively. I just seem to bob through life content to simply live each day and be with my family. Now, obviously this is not a bad thing. I love my little family and I want to spend all the time with them I can and I should. But I need to be better to myself. I need to at least go for walks. (I have very little faith in my ever becoming an adamant exerciser. Ha! I want to bust up laughing just thinking about it.) But that doesn't mean I can't be better. Walking surely wouldn't cramp my style. Besides, walking any sort of distance pushing the double stroller while my chubby babes hang out is practically like running a marathon...or in my case running around the block.
I also want to eat better. I'm not talking about going on a diet. Heaven forbid I ever have THAT kind of restriction put on my dessert consumption. Alright, so maybe a few less sweets wouldn't kill me. At least it's not probable. Maybe. But I can start cooking better, or at all. Eating some square meals as opposed to the squiggly ones I'm prone to. Less PB&J for dinner and more lazagnas, soups, salads, and pork chops. It's not the perfect food pyramid but you get my drift.
Fourthly, I want to write. Not blogging, or journal keeping, but true to life story writing. It's something I've always wanted to do, and there is no good reason not to. Unless, of course, my stories wind up being really really bad.
And last, but definitely NOT least (in case the Lord is reading my blog) I want to take my scripture reading more seriously. Truth be told I'm that person you sometimes find late at night, with eyes barely open, lifting up the corner of my scriptures enough to see one verse...or possibly just the footnotes and calling it a night. But I have on rare occasion given my scriptures the attention they deserve and though I don't always feel as though my day is infinitely better, or that I feel the spirit more, or that I have had earth shattering revelation about what those branches in the Olive Tree are really all about...I just feel good. I feel like I have taken the time to do something worthwhile and I usually collect some small gem of either peace of mind or insight into life in general.
And so, there you have it. I hereby commit to these things...again. And I reserve the right to not be perfect. I also claim the right to add at anytime. Even if it's the middle of September. So, there you go. Let's go get the year. Ha! Becoming an adamant exerciser. What a laugh.
Oh, and here are few excerpts from the oldest journal I have. I was probably 7 or 8 years old. I'm holding true to my superb writing skills at that age.
"I went to the mall with my mom and she gave me a penny to throw in to the strem."
"It snowed down in town, but It did not snow hear I was mad because I wanted it snow. I'm lising to the chipmonks sing the Christmas carel I is my favoit song."
"Dear diry I like two people named Donny and Caleb! I had a hard time disidinge who I love and I finily found out the I like Donny as a friend, and I love caleb!"
"Hi, Mersi spent the night and I didn't get any sleep beacuse Mersi rolled over on my side of the bed then I woke her up then she got on her side but she would always roll back over on my side...she might spend the night again but we will make a bed on the floor."
