2014. I realize that we’re now a week in, but I finally feel like I’m present in the new year. I realize that might sound a little crazy- or maybe not with so many of you battling horrible storms. But between gearing up for my husband to travel long-term again and getting the kids back to school and work, it has been a tornado of activity and emotions. But now, I’m ready. I’m ready to tackle this year, to take it on. So what if the calendar says I’m behind a few days?
As I approach this year, I’ve been thinking about what word to use. Everyone has their word, they’re so sure and ready to go. I seem to have the opposite reaction- each word I consider, I find myself dismissing.
Control. I am a big fan of goals, lists, and getting things accomplished. I like to check things off and move on to the next thing. This is a great attribute- some of the time. But, of course, not everything in life is quite so cut and dry, and this year, I’m working on accepting that- no, embracing that. While I will never be someone who can “go with the flow” (let’s be honest), I do want to focus on not worrying quite so much about what I can’t control.
Then there is the word balance. It seems that whenever I am determined to achieve a balance, something happens to swing it one way or the other. And you know what? I’m learning that that’s okay. I don’t have to be in perfect balance all of the time, as long as I make sure to keep my priorities in order. For me, as long as my husband and children are getting what they need from me, I don’t have to be the perfect wife and mother- I just have to do my best. As work and sports practice and errands and toddler shenanigans abound, my life certainly gets crazy and out of balance- but it’s certainly full, and that’s what I need to embrace.
The list goes on. Organize, Accomplish, Better, Fabulous, Improve. There are so many words out there that I want to take on, so many words I want to embody, so many words I want to be. But even as I sat down to write this post, the baby woke up minutes after the sitter left. An email popped up in my inbox the second time I tried to finish it, and then it was time for a work call before rushing to pick up my son from school. The third time, this time, the dog had to go out as soon as I settled in even though it was the crack of dawn. I just shake my head and have to laugh.
Life happens. As it should. And this year, instead of saying I need to this more and make that better and stop doing this and if I check all of these boxes off my list, I’ve got it all right… I’m not. I’m going to give my full attention to each and everything that needs it when it needs it, and I’m going to kick ass at it. And then I’ll move on to the next thing, and the thing after that and the thing after that, all amidst my own version of chaos. As I write these words, I realize maybe I knew something when I started this post. Perhaps I do know my word for this year after all.