new year, new me?

It's that time of year again. The time of year when resolutions are forgotten, mislaid, thrown out the window or trampled on. I didn't make a "resolution," but I did feel that old familiar hope--it's a new year, thus, possibly, a new me?

This year is filled with new-me possibilities, including a new semester (I'm in a PhD program and have a life-long habit of procrastination and not quite getting everything done); new students (yeah, I teach, too); and a soon-to-be new husband (getting married in June, and yes, he's the one, the only, the only ever). But I want to take advantage of old-me possibilities, too.

Old-me possibilities are all about becoming myself again. I've kind-of let my studies take over, and since I'm a writer and a reader, my studies lead to a sedentary life. And as a PhD student--well, they like to tell us that we don't really have the time, or the right, to have a life. Pre-PhD studies led to weight gain (a lot), which led to ill-fitting clothes, which led to an uncomfortable-in-my-own-clothes-and-my-own-skin me. So yes, I'm joining the thousands of people that are trying to lose weight this time of year, and hoping that wanting to look hot and feel great for my wedding will give me the motivation I need to keep it up. (That, and my friend Dana, who has agreed to work out with me 3x/week.) But old me kept care of my spirit, too. And my spirit's feeling pretty neglected at this point, so I'm going to make it a point to start feeding it again.

So new year, new me? That's left to be seen. I'll leave you with a random quote of the day: "The men's room was disgusting."