I went downstairs to the storage unit yesterday in our parking garage. This is one of the finer luxuries that we pay for in apartment living. Storage units and parking garages. Some of our friends own entire homes with an entire garage hooked onto their house. We pay the same amount of money to rent a 900 square foot space and keep half of our clothes under the bed. “It’s cozy!”, we say. “We love it!” We paid extra for the spot in the parking garage (Spot. Uno spot. We share it. “So cozy!”) and the storage unit. The apartment people (manager? leasing office? whoever we signed with) said that it would be “SO NICE to have just a little extra storage space!”
So we paid extra for the little wire cage in the garage. The apartment people called it a “storage unit”, but it’s a cage. It looks like a bird cage or a dog kennel. This means that it is not a heavy-duty, weather-proof steel locker that can guard our stuff against the elements. (LOL what elements? It’s in the garage, right? RIGHT.)
We don’t keep anything important in there. Just a random suitcase, some extra cleaning supplies, and seasonal decor. Things that we literally-can’t-fit-into-the-apartment. And the box to hold our Christmas decor. That’s why I was down there in the first place – to get the box to pack up our Christmas tree. I hadn’t realized yet that – apparently – the family of squirrels that have been living in our garage for the past month had decided to pee all over it.
Let me just say that again – so that it sinks in, like the pee that sunk into our box labeled “Christmas Decorations” – I opened the door to the little, wire cage in our garage (smelled a fantastic aroma), pulled out the box, and realized that my hand was greasy… from the pee. I had squirrel pee, on my hand.
So, in case you were wondering, that’s how my 2019 is going.
I’ve tried to give this a positive spin – “At least the decor wasn’t in there, it was only the box!”, “At least the squirrel didn’t pee directly ON me!” <— this is how you know things are going well, “at least the squirrel didn’t pee on me”.
Whatever. Truthfully – it’s not THAT big of a deal. It’s a little annoying considering how much we pay for that stupid garage/storage unit and the building manager can’t even manage to keep squirrels out of it, but whatever. It could have been worse – at least the squirrel didn’t pee on anything important, it’s just a box. I can buy other boxes. It’s fine.
But it’s not fine. The apartment people could have at least apologized when I told them what happened, and maybe reimbursed me for the new storage boxes I had to buy – but it’s fine.
This is one of my 2019 resolutions – not the squirrel pee part (but feel free to add that one to your list, apartment people), but the opportunity to maintain a positive attitude when faced with less-than-pleasant situations. It’s FINE.
I mean, it’s not fine. But actually, it’s fine.
This has been my mantra for the past week. Not that I’m a super negative person to begin with. I’ve never been the doom and gloom, anti-sunshine, everything-is-falling-apart person. But like, if someone cuts me off in traffic – you know? I’m trying not to honk and swear at them. Stuff like that.
There are other resolutions too. It’s not just about me trying to be a little less crazy. Although the ‘New Years resolution’ thing always makes me sound a little crazy. There isn’t a less hippy-dippy way to say “Let’s sit down and write down all of our goals for the new year! What do you really *want* out of 2019?” … Kyle looks at me with a blank stare and says, “Seriously?”
“Yes! Let’s talk about our goals. Like, what do you want to *DO* this year?”
At the beginning of each year, I turn into my own ambitious, little life coach for about two weeks. This year I’ve apparently taken on my fiancé as a client as well. (And by ‘taken on’ – I mean, taken hostage.)
“I don’t know.” He said. “Get married?”
“Right. We’re already doing that. What else?”
Apparently I also like to judge other people’s goals and deem whether or not they are a “good” goal.
“Uh… work out more, I guess?”
“That’s a good one! Write it down!”
“Write it down…?” He asked. “Why?”
“Because then it will come true!” Like a wish, apparently.
I believe in the power of writing things down. There isn’t a non hippy-dippy way to say that. I truly believe that if you write something down, you’re more likely to stick to it. To-do lists. Goals. Whatever you want to put out into the universe. Write it down, and you’re somewhat-almost committed. At least it’s not just an idea that lives in your head. Now it’s something tangible.
So I wrote down my 2019 Goals. They’re on my phone. If you wanted to know Kyle’s – he didn’t write down any of his, so unfortunately I cannot share them. All I got out of him was “Work out more” and “I don’t know, there’s other stuff too” and when I said “Like what?” He said, “Don’t worry. It’s all up here,” and pointed to his head. So I guess he’s better at making lists in his head than I am.
- Join a yoga studio. There is a yoga studio literally down the street from me (that I can walk to) and I’ve been saying since October that “I really want to check out that yoga studio”. I’m not sure what their rates are, but they’ve got a sign out front that says “2 weeks for $25” – so at least if every class after that is $5,000, I’ll have gotten two weeks out of it.
- Travel some place new. I love to travel. And when I say that – I mean I love to travel FOR FUN. I travel often for work and it isn’t the same. The past three years I’ve been able to go some place I’ve never been before. And 2016 I went to St. Louis. In 2017 I went to Vegas. And in 2018 I went to Los Angeles. We’re getting married in 2019, so that’s going to cut into the “fun travel” fund, but let’s see where the year takes me!
- Cook healthier meals. I need to start eating healthier. I say this all of the time. Even when it isn’t “New Years resolution time”, I say it in my daily life. Not that I eat super UNHEALTHY – but I’d like to start eating even healthier.
- Read more. Reading makes you smarter. Probably. It makes me feel smarter anyway. I should do more of it.
- Write more. And by extension, blog more.
What are you goals for the new year? Are you a list maker or do you keep everything in your head? Let me know in the comment section!