Twenty thirteen is going to be my best year.
How do I know? Because I’m going to choose to make it a true statement. Every January, I hope that the year ahead will be even better than the year that just ended. We all do, don’t we? I usually make at least one New Year’s resolution to improve my life in some way. This year, in addition to my New Year’s resolution to read 13 books, I’m focusing on one little word.
In 2013, I want to be the best I can be.
The best wife.
Of course, I’m not going to be the best mother EVER or the best cook EVER. That’s impossible — because really, there’s no such thing, is there? Instead, I just want to be the best I can be. I want to feel my best. Have the best attitude. Look my best. Make the best use of my time. Create the best memories.
I have a habit of setting unreasonably high standards for myself that I can never achieve — and so sometimes I don’t even try. This year, instead of feeling bad about myself when I fall short of perfection again, I want to end each day, each week, each month knowing that I’ve done my best. No matter how flawed or inadequate I may feel, I want to remember that my best is good enough.
This year I’m going to be the best Rachel I can be.