A Blogging Thing: My List of Uncompleted Resolutions

So Magaly Guerrero posts,

“So, my Wicked Luvs, for our first week of doing this blogging thing with each other in 2019, I invite you to include 1 or 3 (even 13) of the New Year’s Resolutions you have made year after year after year… but have never truly completed.”

A couple of years ago I resolved to stop jumping into blogging challenges. But I didn’t resolve anything about blogging things, so here’s my list of never truly completed New Year’s Resolutions:

  1. Lose weight. [This isn’t completely uncompleted. I’ve lost a lot of weight since I was thirteen.]
  2. Maintain weight loss. [This isn’t completely uncompleted either. I’ve maintained a lot of weight losses. Some longer than others. The last two nonmaintenances weren’t my fault. In the first instance, I was told I had to gain it back to stay sane. In the second instance, an undiagnosed something fueled the gain, and boy, am I unhappy with the person who considered me a hysterical middle-aged woman who just needed to exercise when I told him I couldn’t walk a mile without becoming exhausted. And unhappy with myself for letting him get away with it for so long.]

Okay. Enough of the self-serving public unburdening. Maybe I’ll resolve to stop that.

Here are my uncompleted resolutions, some more uncompleted than others.

  1. Give up television. [For years, I watched nothing but the British comedies, Law and Order, and Masterpiece Theatre. Then I gave up the latter two. Then a new channel that carried the Jack Benny Show in the mornings appeared, and I started watching that. Somehow other programs crept in, mostly horrible ones from the ’70s. I gave them up but then another new station appeared– this HD-TV thing has much to answer for–and I found the original Law and Order again. Then I gave David a subscription to Netflix, and guess who watched it, and he gave me a subscription to Acorn, and I watched it, and then we got a Roku thingy and I discovered Youtube carries more old shows plus Frederica von Stade singing “Song to the Moon.” And “The Flower Duet.” It’s a slippery slope.]
  2. Clean up this mess. [I’ve done that periodically but have no talent for keeping things straight. The main obstacle is that it gets worse before it gets better, and before it gets better, I find another project. Furthermore, I’ve been told I have no executive function, and is that ever true. But hope springs eternal, so I’m again in the process of tidying–I’m on a break even as I type–but this time the worse won’t stick around, because I’m divesting myself of china and crystal and most of my mother’s lovely things that I don’t use. The majority is already packed. A great-niece and -nephew, bless them, are taking the china. Service for twelve plus serving pieces. When I was a child, we used it every Sunday, and when the Waller family gathered for Thanksgiving or Christmas, almost everything was on the dining room (extra leaved) table. But David and I, preferring dishes that like the dishwasher and don’t break so easily, have let it lie fallow for too long. The sideboard and one of the china closets are going to other members of the family. Bless them. I’m keeping only a few special pieces. Some of this stuff dates from my parents’ marriage in the early ’40s. Some has been around for four or five generations. You just don’t sell or take such treasures to the Salvation Army without replacing them with a load of guilt.]
  3. Learn Spanish. [I learned Spanish for fourteen semester hours in college but had no one to speak with and so ended up with an excellent accent and a few phrases. (¿Qué hora es? ¿Como está usted? Me llamo Kathy. ¿Como se llama?) Early in our relationship, David offered to speak with me–he has a master’s in Spanish and roamed around Mexico with ease when it was safe to roam–but I was afraid with my limited memory of the preterito, not to mention the pluscuamperfecto, we’d never get to know each other. I haven’t given up hope, but the continuing ed. class in beginning español always fall on days I’m already busy.]
  4. Be brief. [I’ve already spent over 600 words on this, and I don’t think that’s the kind of list Magaly has in mind, but if it’s a list of uncompleted resolutions . . .]

Because 2019 is still an infant, I include this year’s resolution:

The cup is already broken.

No pressure. No striving for perfection. No guilt over uncompleteness.

I didn’t post on January 1, so I don’t have to post every day. I ate Wheat Thins I didn’t need and didn’t want. I haven’t finished packing the treasures.

The year is already broken.

Broaden the smile and the picture applies. Perfectly.


The resolutions go 1, 3, 5, 7 because I wanted to double space, and WordPress lists don’t do that.


Images of cup and dragon from pixabay.com licensed under CC0
Cup and measuring tape by ahgomaaz
Dragon by GraphicMama-team

Image of china, Gotham by Haviland, by me.



12 thoughts on “A Blogging Thing: My List of Uncompleted Resolutions

  1. I realize that I’m dragging a number of last year’s goals along for this year. Actually, all but 2 of them. Maybe 2019 will be a better year for crossing things off the list. Good luck with yours, too.


  2. I know my fitness goals have taken way more than a year to get through (and they are also still in progress). I’m trying to think of them less as weight based and more as strength based (How long can I hold a proper plank? How many squats can I do?) while keeping in mind that proper form is the most important thing so I don’t injure myself (again!). One well done push up is better than 10 sloppy ones.

    Also language is very much use it or lose it. I grew up in a bilingual home speaking both English and Spanish and I’ve gotten pretty rusty after being married for over 20 years to a husband who was advised by his high school teacher to never speak Spanish again.


    1. I think you’re smart to approach your fitness goals as strength based. Focusing on weight loss can if you’re fit, the weight/size will take care of itself.

      My mom was amazing. She rarely had anyone to speak Spanish with, but she could communicate pretty well using what she’d learned in high school. One of my Spanish professors suggested I major in Spanish, but she had no idea how much my paperwork and accent differed from my ability to understand oral language. If I’d taken upper level courses, I’d have been advised to find another major.


  3. After my chemo treatment is over, I shall join you in the fitness part… and in the getting the house back to its clean normal part.

    When you stop to read my contribution for this prompt, try leaving a bit of your comment (if you like). I will reply in Spanish–better start practicing right away. 🙂


      1. Good for you on your decision to get fit after chemo. I’ve been out of chemo two-and-a-half years and have been talking about exercising for two of them. I talk really well about that. My mouth is in great shape. I have to join up before Wednesday, however, because the PA is bound to ask me about it at my appointment. I wish I’d never told her I was going to get fit. Last year.

        I’ll try to come up with something in Spanish. I use the online translation pages when necessary. The continuing ed schedule will be out in print on Monday and online on Wednesday. I’m heading for the library Monday for the schedule; classes fill up fast.


    1. I write my blog posts in one sitting and revise/edit as I go. But when I look back and see how much I could have done without, I’m embarrassed. The nice thing is that I can go back and fix them, and sometimes I do. Unfortunately, most of the time I don’t.

      Thanks for commenting.


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