Many thanks to Kristin for her guest post today. You can also find her at http://mindthemommy.blogspot.com/.
At least for procrastinators. Those who were highly motivated to set new goals for the year, and have only now remembered to add them to the To-Do List. Or those who still have “set New Year’s resolutions” ON the To-Do List.
Or even those who were overambitious in their aspirations for greatness this year, and have suddenly found themselves coldly realistic, and in need of a new wave of encouragement.
I am in the latter group.
In late December I had these miraculous stirrings to finally perfect myself as a daughter of God, a wife, a mother, and a friend. To build my talents while keeping a tidy home filled with charity between family members and welcomed visitors. Ready to tackle the world, I moved into action.
I eagerly joined a gym WITH childcare—a blissful place to increase my endorphins naturally (are stair climbers natural?) and work off the weight of five babies in less than eight years whilst my children played happily in someone else’s care.
I assigned a set of household tasks to each day so my home would not only sparkle like never before, but I would finally unpack the last ten boxes from our move nearly two years ago.
I determined to curb my frequent stops for ready-made food, and actually plan meals in advance.
I resolved to read scriptures in the morning before my kids were up, rather than at night when I was on the verge of passing out. I planned to attend the temple more often.
And I committed to indulge my passion for writing.
To organize my lofty aspirations, I created a weekly calendar perfectly tailored to my life. With one child in school all day, one PM kindergartener, one morning preschooler, one toddler needing a nap, and a nursing baby, my life is only mine in small, frequently interrupted chunks. With my super chart, I could do it all.
Let me tell you, I was AMAZING for about a week and a half.
Then it began to unravel. The reality of my demanding life, coupled with the unexpected annoyances of mortality (like a broken washing machine, a series of unplanned doctor visits, and long nights with ear-infected runny-nosed kids) have led me to consider getting a shower as a major accomplishment.
This morning my discouragement hit rock-bottom—my lofty goals had fallen apart due not only to unexpected life events, but to my own weakness.
Although sick kids kept me from the gym, I could have spent more of my time in the basement on the treadmill, rather than eating ice cream out of the freezer.
I could have spent more time creating an orderly sanctuary in my home, and less time watching Jon and Kate Plus 8.
I could have…and I should have.
But I didn’t.
So now I am left to pick myself up and try again. To congratulate myself for cooking dinners at home all month long.
To appreciate the fact that the scale didn’t move. I didn’t lose, but I didn’t gain either.
To find satisfaction in an orderly family room and organized kitchen cupboards, even if the piles of unfolded laundry are taller than my children.
And to move forward in starting a new trend, where February 1st really IS the new January 1st. I am not behind, just fashionably late. Feel free to join me.
Did you make any goals this year? How did you do in January? What plans do you have in the coming month to better yourself, and how are you going to do it?