Here we sit. It’s January again. People are making their resolutions and sharing them with the social media world. Folks are selecting a word for the year. In the past, I have done both. But let me just be super honest with you about who I am.
I’m that person who sets goals and forgets them. I’m the one who starts the multi-facited amazingly intricate project and dumps it two days in. I am loyal to a fault. I put HIGH priority on the people in my life… and low priority on the projects in my life. My career takes precedence over that pile of laundry that I started folding two days ago. It’s just how I am. I have priorities. And sometimes my goals just don’t rank high enough. (Thus my declining number of blog posts in the recent past. I’m still here!!)
So this year, I said goodbye to the thought of resolutions. I said heck no to a word of the year. I decided that right now all I can honestly plan for is this month. So for the month of January, Becca and I will be learning about penguins and enjoying Jan Brett’s The Mitten. That’s our school goal. My personal goal is to find the JOY in every day – even the ones that seem crappy. Pollyanna could teach me a thing or two on most days, and I’m determined to change that. My health goal is to start the 52 day challenge at my gym and stick with it – building a healthier me for the future. I plan to paint some, draw some, color some, and in general, spend my #TenMinutesCanMakeADifference #MeTime in art expression.
February? Heck. That’s a whole month away. I might keep the same goals. I might chose different ones. Or everything might change about this tomorrow, and I might push everything over to February. Because being a mom of two kids has reinforced a lesson God seems determined to teach me throughout my life – FLEXIBILITY IS KEY.
So what are you doing this month? Are you re-organizing your whole house? Are you cutting out certain foods? Are you setting resolutions for the new year? I hope you are figuring out where you are, who you are, and where you want to be. I don’t know if I’m getting wiser as I get older, or if I’m just trying to find a way to explain some laziness. But I think I’m finally just ready to cut the stress I tend to put on myself and truly enjoy the moments I have with my kids. Work might only be able to wait ten minutes, but for that ten minutes I can relish every giggle, and hold in my mind every smile.