Is it easy to kick off new year’s goals in the early weeks of January or a challenge? I can’t quite tell.
I’ve spent hours writing goals for 2014, planning out our days, talking about goals as a family, and building up to this precise week of January. I’ve played out in my mind how I want to handle situations differently this year, how I’m not going to get so worked up, or be so impatient. I’ve made plans for a healthier year, goals for my mothering and spirituality. I’ve had this week etched in my mind as the “first real week” to jump into all that I want to aim for and strive for since mid December.
And then, despite all of your hopes and planning and anticipation, you find yourself waking up to a new day in a new year and you are scared stiff.
Maybe it’s the fact that my heart and mind are ready for change and goals while the reality of a “new year” takes all of the initial fun out of it: remnants of Christmas strewn across the house, new toys and gifts needing to find homes, decorations taken down but piled up on any available space, trying to remember what discipline and rising early feels like again, catching up on laundry and bills and emails that have been saved as “unread” during the holidays until you could really respond, finally moving on from all of the magic and family and late nights from the holidays to see that real life as you know it has knocked and is waiting….
And so this week I’ve lifted my chin up, pulled the dragging foot out of the 2013 door and solidly placed it in front of me. I’ve decided to take all of the good and exciting that I hope for this new year and let myself dream about it while I finish reorganizing bedrooms for more space and vacuum up all of the pine needles. I’ll pace myself– That’s right!–until we’ve arrived at “normal” and little by little, experiment with the things I want to do and become this year, this month.
January is a defining month, isn’t it? Either by some magical power you can jump right into everything you are working towards starting January 1 (which if that’s you maybe you could sprinkle some of that magic over our housetop) or you slowly ease into those desires and dreams, all while caring for sickness or helping kids get back into the routine of classes, and making dinner, and so on. The slow, natural approach seems less glamorous and so, oh, typical of life with kids, but it must make the doer much stronger and convicted in their desires. The dreams they have of doing and becoming–even when they can only think of them– must grow and begin to become a part of them, deepening that intensity and desire in their mind and heart.
And so it is with me.
Happy January day.
The sleepy time gal