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New Year = Resolutions

It's time to make resolutions!

1. I am going to get fitter and healthier (it's definite indication that I need to cos my little monster keeps pointing to a treadmill and cross-trainer very excitedly every time she spots one).

2. I am going to read more (although it looks like the genre is going to be uhm.... 'Little Miss Muff...' and 'Dosai amma Dosai...').

3. I am going to speak no evil, hear no evil, write no evil (this obviously does not include any venting and cribbing that I am entitled to when I'm bugged with certain members in our society- Got IT??!)

4. I am going to dance more (it's a little difficult though since the guru is more fascinated by her grand daughter's Gangnam style than her daughter's Trikala Jathi).

 5. I am going to write more often - dear colleagues at work, please do not worry- I'll fit the scientific writing in as well ;)

7. I am going to do some of that mind mapping/memory training blah blah this year so that I don't skip numbers on my list of '10 things...' on all my blog posts. [May be I should resolve to write differently and stop the '10 things..' list no?!]

8. I am going to.....uhm.....hmmm.....uhh....

9. I am going to make my resolutions for 2014 well in advance just so I'm not wondering about it on January 2nd.

Phew...finally Number 10 :D

10. I am going to be more disciplined with time and plan all my work (never mind that this post was scheduled for New year's eve and it's already January 2nd)

Happy New Year to one and allll!!!! Year 2013 for some... its Year 4 with the other half and Year 2 with Sahasra- my toddler years continue..

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