Resolve

I had to laugh at myself that when we walked into 2020, I said that my word for the year would be Contentment. I was happy with my house, my job, my car… And somehow, throughout the year, all of that changed. Well, my car didn’t, but B’s car did. I was content with all I had. Our home was perfect. My job was the most wonderful. Bryan’s Jeep… eh. But then, opportunity presented itself. Opportunity to bring a mid-’60’s Colonial to a new life, to take over a sister Brokerage… to replace the Jeep. I was never not content, and in that way, I suppose 2020 was a success.

I’ve struggled with setting goals for 2021. I’m not really sure what else there is. I have so many small goals- two great vacations this year, finish the first floor of the new house (this one is lofty, I know), yada yada.

At the beginning of Covid, in March, I- along with everyone else- bought a Peloton. I’ve always loved bikes, spin class. I knew that this little baby was what I needed to keep my workouts on track, and it was. Until September, when I just pooped out and lost interest, and our house went on the market. I was frustrated with myself for buying this incredible piece of equipment and just letting it set. I hated that it looked as if it was going to become the dreaded clothes-holding treadmill.

So, here it is: in 2021, I’m going to complete 365 rides in 365 days. I realize that there will be days I’m out of town, or ill, or- as it can happen in the world of real estate- working for 16 or 18 hours straight. There will be some days that I need to double up to make up for the Chicago days and California days and super lazy days. I hope I can do it. I think I can. And, if I happen to shed some pounds along the way and fit back into part of my closet, well, that’s nice, too.

I’m wishing all of you, sweet readers, the best that there is in 2021.

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