I am a list maker.
A resolution setter.
And a notebook hoarder.
Look no further than my bedside table to find resolutions throughout the pages of my half-to-mostly filled out notebooks.
2009: Write, Find a babysitter, Don’t lose your mind with two little kids
2011: Write, Get Life Insurance
2013: Write, Lose Baby Weight, Find a Master’s Swim group
2014: Write, Adopt, Get Life Insurance
2015: Write, Adopt, Get New Job, Life Insurance
The most recent years’ resolutions are in a blue and cream spiral bound book with a pink elastic wrap.
I don’t know exactly when it started, but my high school friends and I share our resolutions with each other every New Year. (Sometimes we wait till February, if the year starts with bang). I usually write 5-7 long winded ones.
Sometimes we bear our souls (going to counseling) and sometimes we’re practical (declutter the house).
We can be generalists (learn to let go/keep life simple) or focused on a long term goal (save for “40moon” — the vacation we’re taking together when we turn 40).
Here we are … well, a few of us, over Christmas break…
(Ashley, how did you get away with leaving before we took this picture?!)
I’ve had to work many NYE’s in the past, and we’ve adjusted our celebrations to fit my schedule. Chris and I share a cheese fondue and talk over glasses of champagne while I list away in my little notebook.
We’re at that point in our lives where personal goals trump professional (read a book a month, get involved in a ministry at church), and our kids and the house each have prominent spots on the list (find an art class for N, front flower bed in Spring).
At the end of another year, my first instinct is to look back and see what I haven’t accomplished. What’s not checked off my list for 2015. (As you can imagine, I never lack in the Didn’t Get To It category. Ex. photobooks for the kids, that front flower bed I mentioned earlier, learn to compost). I accomplish a small percentage of my resolutions each year.
Yet, some from years past are impressed on my mind.
2009 — Find a babysitter
We lived away from family and I felt desperate and exhausted as the walls of our third floor 900 square foot apartment closed in on me, the baby, toddler, and dog. I looked up care.com and started interviewing babysitters. Taking three hours of alone time every two weeks saved my sanity and made me a better mom.
2013 – Find a local church
We’ve always been church go-ers, and but we felt strongly about getting involved at a church in our community. It’s taken time, but this church is our home base. Because of this, we can dig deep and let our roots grow.
2015 – Write
You can find “Write” on every resolution list I’ve made since 1998. At the beginning of this year, I couldn’t have told you it would be any different when I scribbled it, 4 or 5 items deep, under my name. But I’ll look back on 2015 and say, “That’s the year I finally started.”
I love this time of year — an opportunity to look back and look forward.
What’s going on in your life? What’s stirring in your heart?
If there is ONE thing to do, to change, to work on, to accomplish this year — what is it?
Write an email, tell your spouse, find a piece of paper – and share your heart. Let them (and yourself) be witness to your dreams and how they unfold.
These old friends don’t care if I never lose that 10lbs or leave those photobooks sit in Shutterfly unfinished forever. But because of our shared history, we’ve figured out the important stuff. They know Writing is more than a whim and made great efforts to share in the event which first started this blog.
Big or small – Is there a goal in your mind?
An idea in your head?
A direction in which you want to walk?
Write some stuff down. Or think some stuff over. You don’t even have to decide now. Let it percolate or simmer. Some of these things take years to formulate. Years for all the pieces to be in place. You’ll know when it’s time to move forward.
Writing isn’t the thing about 2015 I’ll remember most.
Writing will be the thing that reminds me: God has work for each of us to do.