bogeyandruby

January 2nd, 2020. The public health care system I work for requires me to write it in this format: year/month/day.

I purposely did not post resolutions yesterday. Been there, done that. Besides, they don’t really work and leave us feeling less than. Life is too short.

At some point yesterday evening, I found myself eating some pretty high quality chocolate called Mozartkugeln (I refer to them as Mozart heads): “A Mozartkugel (English: Mozart ball), is a small, round sugar confection made of pistachiomarzipan and nougat that is covered with dark chocolate. It was originally known as Mozart-Bonbon, created in 1890 by Salzburg confectioner Paul Fürst (1856–1941) and named after Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Hand-made Original Salzburger Mozartkugeln are manufactured by Fürst’s descendants up to today, while similar products have been developed by numerous confectioners, often industrially produced.” They are so good, I once convinced a couple of friends I was travelling with in France, to take a train to Berne, Switzerland (where Toblerone is made, by the way), in search of Mozart heads, only to realize years later that like Mozart himself, they were actually made in Austria.

What I’m trying to say, is that for more years in my middle-aged lifetime than not, I was always on some sort of diet January 1st. How liberating it feels to be mindfully enjoying my Mozart heads at the start of a new year instead of trying to finish every sweet treat in my pantry by December 31st.

So no resolutions this year. Rather, I have three intentions: 1. to try to read 52 books again 2. to blog once a week, even if no one reads it 3. to add a couple of morning runs on my treadmill to my trice-weekly kettlebell work-outs at the club because it’s always a better day when I move my body in the morning.

Oh, and to declutter my space. An ongoing challenge. Because if I were to keel over tomorrow, all this stuff of mine would be a terrible burden on my son.

Resolutions or intentions, peeps? Or will you simply carry-on?

Whatever your strategy or non-strategy may be, I’m rooting for you.

Happy, happy!