Starting now, I’m going to chronical years passed with an object. Kind of like Chinese New Year, you know?
2017: Year of the Lemons
(I had never experienced cravings during pregnancy, but I love, love, love citrus. It hasn’t worked out well with also having heartburn, but nothing hits the spot like lemon. On everything. Lemons hid in bowls/jars throughout all décor changes.)
Suddenly, 2018 has arrived, with fresh lemons ousting Christmas decorations to continue enjoying their kitchen stardom.
I love New Years, which is probably odd, considering two things:
1. It’s always a little anticlimactic and I rarely do anything that calls for the beautiful dresses I eye.
2. I make resolutions I never keep, because I don’t even remember them. Do you understand how sad that is? It’s not that they’re too lofty, I just straight up forget about them.
I have a New Years book for our family that includes our goals for each year. We failed our 2017 goals so impressively that Brian and I laughed out loud, so I’m just writing “ditto” for our 2018 goals.
I DO like the idea of having a one word goal to focus on for the year. Sounds manageable.
And, more importantly for me, memorable!
I’ve being thinking about a word I can focus on this year for several days. By my forecast, 2018 is going to be tough. There will be tears of exhaustion, tears of joy, tears of inadequacy, tears of frustration…all while wanting to freeze time. By the third child, I know how I respond to minimal sleep and maximum physicality.
With that in mind, I took a whole entire day for me to get sarcastic yet applicable words out of my head.
If not that, maybe “Self-Medicate.”
Things along those lines.
I’ve decided that a feasible and much needed 2018 word to live by, for me, is slow.
So, that’s it. SLOW.
I know, it’s a little laughable, because we are already plenty slow trying to go anywhere, but for me, it’s a reminder to slow down. Be okay with it. Consciously focus on it. Understand that, this year, I truly can’t attempt to do everything. I’m naturally an on-the-go, stay busy, accomplishments-make-me-happy kind of person, so 2018 is going to take a focused effort. My world will inevitably speed up in a couple of years, and I’ll ache for these years again.
So, Ashton, this year, appreciate a slower pace. If I can come to terms with an unhurried mindset, I’ll avoid frustration, I’ll enjoy some sweet, otherwise missed moments. I’ll have to prioritize. I’ll need to say, “No.” I’ll have to cut some things out. There truly is an art to slow living, and I hope to master that by the end of the year so I can stay sane, and fully enjoy what may be my last newborn and last years of kids at home.