Once again, I welcomed the New Year from the warmth of my bed. I was happy to leave the reveling to the young’uns in the family. The hotel has been extremely slow this past month, but New Year’s Eve was a whirlwind. It was exciting to finally be busy again, but boy am I exhausted.
On New Year’s Day, after we’d fed and rehydrated our slow moving guests, my co-worker asked me about my New Year’s resolutions. I thought for a minute and couldn’t come up with anything. Am I really that perfect? I eat healthy for the most part, and I exercise quite regularly. I don’t hold grudges, and I’m pretty happy and stress free.
But I AM a little unhappy at work. I’m missing the challenge. With the hotel in its slow season, and with two years of supervising under my belt, I’m ready for more. So I resolve to make 2015 the year I push to move up.
Just the idea of it makes me excited! But struttin’ my stuff doesn’t. I know I can do it, but when it comes time to convincing others, I become quite shy. Luckily, I have a few managers who aren’t afraid to strut my stuff for me. But if I want this, I gotta do it myself. Aw well, resolutions aren’t supposed to be easy.
I also plan to run another half marathon this year. I was planning on the one in April again, but I can’t get excited about it. It’s the same one I ran before, and I’m just not feelin’ it. But in October, St. Louis hosts a Rock ‘n Roll marathon. I’m always jealous when I check in guests who are running, so this year I’m gonna run with them! If only I can keep Abby on my good side. She has a tendency to jinx people.
So that’s it. If I try to do anything else, like eat less ice cream, or blog more, or love winter, I’ll just end up failing. No sense setting myself up for that.