Necole Sims: Why not resolve to learn from your mistakes of 2009?
The end of 2009 is upon us. Have you made your resolutions yet?
Yeah, neither have I.
Are resolutions needed? Why lie to yourself and anyone else to whom you are crazy enough to tell your resolutions? What if anyone who reads this column joins my new resolution movement: Forgetaboutthem. Instead of making resolutions, why don’t we all work on smaller projects, such as world peace or our carbon footprints.
In 2010, we should all vow to learn from the mistakes made in 2009. If you are like me, this year has been a comedy of errors; if I learn from all my gaffes and every faux pas, I will be busy until at least 2012. OK, that was an exaggeration, but still, I’ve learned a lot about myself. The biggest lesson was that I have so much still to learn.
On Aug. 27, I wrote a column expressing my sadness over my daughter, Sarrah, leaving my home and heading off to college. Most commenters were very supportive and understood my dilemma. However, friends and associates can be cold-blooded. They teased me mercilessly. First lesson learned: I need to find a better group of friends. This probably won’t happen. My two best friends, I’ll just refer to them as Nemo and MJ, can’t help themselves. But their time will come and I’ll be there waiting.
Men and sports. Men are way more emotional than women, and I’ll debate anyone who says otherwise. This year, they have become even nuttier. The men I know fit into two categories: the ones who couldn’t tell Tom Brady from a Tom Turkey or the ones way too invested in Cleveland professional sports. I am a sports fanatic but I also know that if Brady Quinn is sacked three times in a game, life goes on. I will never jump off a bridge or get into a fist-fight over a Browns, Cavs or Tribe loss.
Now be honest, how many of the men reading this moonwalked and attempted a couple of cartwheels when the Browns beat the Steelers? Still not convinced? How many women have been shown on camera in 20 degrees or colder weather, with their shirts off and letters painted on their beer bellies? In my 37 years of life, I’ve never seen it.
Remember the Seinfeld episode where Elaine discovered that her boyfriend, David Puddy, was a face painter? That’s the male mind on sports. Second lesson learned: Search for the elusive male that can watch the game and let it go. I’d be better off looking for Bigfoot.
There is one lesson that I began learning in 2009 and will continue to learn in 2010. Anyone who knows me knows that I am a complete, unabashed daddy’s girl. My dad and I have been and continue to be like best friends. We are always hanging out, watching sports and laughing about nonsensical things. People laugh when I, at age 37, still call him “daddy” and he calls me “his baby.”
This year, something changed. I learned that even a daddy’s girl can become a friend and confidante with her mom. In 2010, I look forward to spending more time with my mom and getting to know her as a person. She has taught me how to relax, have fun and quit being so high strung. Perhaps this is the best lesson I could have learned.
Whether or not you decide to work on an aspect of your life in 2010, have fun and make the best of it. Here’s looking to an exciting, prosperous and fun New Year.
Necole Sims writes for The Repository in Canton, Ohio.