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Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Resolutions

I mentioned in my New Year's post that I don't ever make resolutions. Not for the New Year at least...  It seems to me a sure fire way to make sure something doesn't happen. I've never been very comfortable with lofty goals, honestly because I am extremely flighty. I don't like making plans too far into the future. I struggle with what to make for dinner three days in advance. I'm just not one of those people. I like that about me, most of the time. Except of course when it becomes an issue and my distaste for planning was actually just a facade for procrastination.

As much as I want to be one of those moms that loves her label maker and has a manilla folder for everything (my awesome sister) I'm just not. I like who I am. I like the spontaneity in my life. I like my nearly tension free existence. It has caused problems in plenty of my relationships throughout life, who am I kidding probably all of them. Lucky enough, I married someone that is a lot like me.

There is a checklist of things most people hold in their minds even subconsciously. School, College, Career, Marriage, Children, Survive, Retirement. We work towards those things without even realizing that we do. We compare car insurance rates and tour three different hospitals before the baby is born. We price match our groceries, and buy the cheapest gas... We try our best constantly to ensure that we're making the best decision. No, the right decision. Whatever it is that makes you do that, I came without it. Big Bummer.

When people meet Brandon and I they usually say two things. You guys love each other so much & You guys are so different. Well one of those is really great and a huge compliment to me, but I can tell you it pays to be the minivan mom with the manilla folders and matchy-matchy kids. I'm sure it does! Don't get me wrong, I will not at any point be sacrificing the individuality of my identity but we could use a label maker I'm sure...

XOXO
Miranda

P.S. Here's that belly picture I promised! This was at 13 weeks and now I'm 14.

1 comment :

  1. You just need to go ahead and write that book. I'm addicted to your writing style. You get the point across and I can feel your sweet, mischevious smile as I read!

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