Here we are, the last day of 2023 and the last day of Holidailies. I won’t rehash the year again because it was just too terrible, but instead will look forward to 2024. I hope to keep this blog going, but only a couple of times a week.
And now, my resolutions for 2024:
Attend every appointment of cardiac rehab. It will be three times a week for 12 weeks, an hour at a pop. If it snows, I will reschedule, rather than write it off.
Pursue, find, and settle into career fulfillment. (She said vaguely. But if you know, you know.)
Continue exercising after cardiac rehab. I walk a lot, anyway, but I mean on top of that. I doubt I will ever go back to cardio-kickboxing, but low-impact step aerobics would work, and we do have a few treadmills in my building that I can use during inclement weather. This won’t be a challenge. I like to dance my butt off. I like to move it move it. (Woman! Physically fit, physically fit, physically, physically, physically. Woman! Physically fit, physically fit, physically, physically, physically… You’re welcome.)
Drop 20 pounds. Yes, I know. Me and 100 million other Americans. But I kind of have to, for my heart’s sake. Plus, ya know, I just want to. I feel better thinner—lighter on my feet and healthier overall—and my clothes look better.
Resume my tarot practice. I’ve gotten away from it and I miss it. Who knows? Maybe I’ll start a separate blog or socials about that. I’m not sure I’ll ever read for people I don’t already know personally, but it might be fun to join a few groups online to exchange readings.
I think these are all reasonable goals. I would add journaling on paper to the list but I know myself well enough to know that aside from a tarot journal, I’m terrible at sticking to paper journals. I have so many of them, too. At this point, they may very well end up being decorative items for a bookcase, heh.
And with that, I wish all of you a happy, healthy, and safe 2024. Now let’s give 2023 the boot!
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