I wasn't going to make a resolution. In fact, I was going to write a blog on being "anti resolution" this year. Then all of the sudden it was December 27th and I found myself sitting at a cozy bar with my husband, at a quaint restaurant in my hometown, having a conversation that was not about poopy diapers or nap times... a rare moment in the life of brand new parents.
"So what's your New Year's Resolution?" my husband asked. I rolled my eyes and replied defiantly: "I'm not making one!" Part of me didn't want to put any more pressure on myself - the kind of pressure that has come with navigating the waters of being a new mom while trying to maintain my business, my health, my identity - and part of me was just too damn tired. Too tired to make any more promises or set any more goals. I didn't want to think about the office waiting for me in Miami or the barbell waiting for me at the gym. I didn't want to think about my son waking up at 4am or discuss whether or not this is normal. I just wanted to sit in that restaurant with my husband and enjoy sitting in that restaurant with my husband. I wanted to enjoy the moment, and every moment from here on out, fully and completely without letting the stress and pressure from the other aspects of my life interfere.
Hold on... that's starting to sound a bit like a resolution...Read More