No big resolutions for 2016.
And honestly, there's no need, because I spend my entire life with self-inflicted, minute-by-minute resolutions and expectations breathing down my neck and into my soul:
I am going to do that better next time.
I better workout at the gym with more intensity next time.
I'll never make that mistake again.
I can't let everyone down.
I'll be a better mother, daughter, sister, wife, friend.
I can teach that lesson much better next time.
I'll streamline those systems.
I better get this household under control.
I need to make things more efficient.
I'll do, I'll be, I'll plan, I'll execute.
And then I find myself in agony and shame when I let myself (and others) down again and again and again with my imperfections. I devote a lot of time and energy to making the world around me better like it's my job. Especially when it comes to these sweet babies:
|Christmas 2015. Molly (11), Lily (8), and Olivia (2).|
Enough is enough.
No resolutions for me this year except to wipe the slate clean each day.
Each day is a fresh start, a new beginning, a new chance to pick it up and try it again. It's time to clean up my expectations and I'm quietly stepping away from those demanding too much from me. I can't live at that pace and function like a balanced individual, so I'm letting it go. I'm choosing to accept my smallness, shortcomings, and failures. I'm choosing to extend a little more grace to myself and others because we are all in this sinking boat of perfection.
We only have so much to give the world each day, and I don't know about you, but I am tired of living on spent time from the past, and borrowed time from the future.