Seriously, my 2013 Resolution/Goal/Mission is to be less responsible. Not in a reckless, get pregnant, end up on Jerry Springer kind of way, but more like a get home at 7am with a great story, knowing you got to be at work by 8:15 type irresponsible. Why? Because I have been sooooo responsible my entire life, and I want to live a little differently this year.
Speaking of this year (horrible transition), I have a lot on the horizon which I can not type…YET. Not that I can’t, I chose not to until things are finalized (not counting my chickens before they hatch). Part of my irresponsibility involves letting lose a little more (and typing ‘lose’ when I mean ‘loose’ in a blog post), taking more risk (hell! taking risk – period!), and dreaming more in order to make my dream a reality.
A few weekends ago, I spent a couple days in my soon to be new home (hint, hint) for my girl’s 30th birthday. I was definitely less responsible and had a ball!
The weekend was filled with drama free friends, lots of liquor, and a careless attitude. It had been so long since I let my hair down (even though it was in a ponytail the entire weekend). Everything I’ve done throughout my life has been so thought out and planned. From being overloaded with extracurricular activities in high school to working full time throughout college, getting my engineering and math degrees then moving on to getting a “good job.” B-O-R-I-N-G!!
I want to have as much fun as I look like I’m having on Facebook! Hell, when I look at my posts and pictures, I want to be me…then I realize I am me…and me ain’t having that much fun. Sigh. So, this year, 2013, the goal is to have a ball. To live a little. To take risks. To have an adventure. To live like I will never get this moment again – cause technically, I won’t.
And…to quote my favorite bear and pig: