I’m going to admit something I’ve been too embarrassed to tell anyone.
It’s not like you’re going to laugh at me… and if you do I won’t be able to hear you.
God bless the Internets.
I made a list of New Year’s Resolutions the other day. I do this all the time, though. I like to make Wednesday’s Resolutions or Second Saturday of the Month Resolutions. Basically I’ll resolve any time of any day. In fact, the one time I’d rather not make a resolution is on New Year’s, because that just feels forced. I’d rather make an Arbor Day Resolution.
But, I’m avoiding the point, which is to reveal to you my embarrassing resolution. And it is this: Shower and get out of the house.
Are you horrified yet?
You might be wondering what kind of adult human has to resolve to shower. Or to leave the confines of her home.
A hermit. A recluse. Me.
I’m not a filthy person, I swear. But this whole “being a full-time writer” thing? It’s dangerous. It’s so easy to roll out of bed, eat, wander to the computer, type out some words, eat, answer emails, eat, roll back into bed. Note that I didn’t mention turning on the lights, because sometimes I forget to do that, until I’m talking to myself, muttering “Why is it so dark in here?”
At this point you’re likely picturing the crazy bag lady who lives on your corner. That’s not me, I swear. (Remember? I don’t leave my house!)
But, anyway, there you have it. That’s my resolution. After the glitter of working from home fades, you realize that living in pjs is more depressing than indulgent. Sitting in a dark room hunched over a computer may work for Jonathan Franzen—and it may even work for me when I’m deep in the throes of a book—but for my day-to-day? Uh uh. Not digging it.
So, tomorrow, I will get up. Shower. Put on actual jeans (not the pajama kind) and a sweater. And I will consider myself a success.
(I’m sort of the opposite of Deb Molly. She looks back and retroactively sets the bar high. I aim low and hope for the best.)
Ever made a resolution that you were so ashamed of/embarrassed by that you didn’t want to share? Now’s the time. Remember: Safe space!