Looking back at where I set my goals. 2014, how did we do?
* Practice patience. Not as much with James and Chris – I’m generally pretty patient with them already – but with myself. Be kind to myself. Whether I admit it or not, I’ve got a lot on my plate, and I’m my worst critic. Now is the time to take a breath and just let my world be.
I suppose I did okay. I let go of a lot in terms of letting the days guide me without thought of where they might go or why, but I still found myself trying to do too much all the time. I know some of it is the nature of life right now, but some of it is self-imposed. This one is a work in progress.
* Along the same lines as the a lot on my plate notion, evaluate what’s on my plate. Get rid of the junk, savor the good stuff. Find more time for the good stuff by minimizing time wasted on the junk. I kid myself with no elusions of finding more time.
Well, I certainly evaluated what’s on the plate, but I can’t say I was overly successful in changing much. I do take more time to soak in the good stuff…but the crap is still there. That might just be life as a grownup.
* Celebrate my son’s first birthday. Bake him a cake (a wee one for a wee lad), buy some balloons, share in the joy. Reflect on what the past year has meant not only for him, but also for me and Chris. Ponder just how far we have come, because, by god, we’ve come a long way.
Celebrate we did! With a sick little guy, but a celebration nonetheless. And a store-bought cake, but who cares, he was happy. There were balloons and a piñata and so much guacamole – we had one heck of a first fiesta. There was also a lot of reflection and joy in that we had a rough winter with a sick baby a lot of the time, and birthday numero uno marked a turning point to a healthier boy.
* Earn another stamp or two in the old passport. One will be Mexico in January. Where will the next be?
Mexico, bingo bango. And then England and Spain! We nailed this one. Absolutely nailed it with so much freaking travel joy it’s hard to describe. The little dude was incredible; we savored every second; and we finally found time to just be. 2014 travel did not disappoint.
* The four generations get away. Figure out how to make it happen.
Please let this happen in 2015. We had lots of visits, but no getaways. Plan it!
* Hone the camera skills. Read about it, practice it…learn it.
A work in progress to say the least.
* North Dakota or South Carolina: make it happen.
* Same with you, chicken coop. Make it happen.
Fail again. Boo.
* Sew. Cushions for the kitchen chairs. Curtains. What have you. Be domestic.
Kitchen chairs: check. Curtains? Umm, nope. Moderate fail on this one.
* Run another half marathon. This one with the husband. Part of it with the kid.
Wishful thinking. Lots of running, just no half marathon. 2015?
* Reflect on what this body of mine has accomplished in the past few years, because goddammit, it’s impressive. Ponder what it will accomplish again in the next few years.
Check and check. Feeling good, proud, content.
* Bake more bread. In the literal sense, not in the that’s-a-cute-metaphor-for-having-another-kid sense. NOT YET.
Fail. 2015, I’m looking at you.
* Yoga. At least once a week. Because it feels good.
Moderate fail. Again, 2015.
* Smile. Laugh. Soak it all in (this should be an easy bullet to accomplish – I excel at smiles and laughter).
Yes, yes, and yes. One of my biggest successes of 2014.
* Think gratitude. Maybe even start writing about it. Three things per day. So far today I have my morning smoothie, a free cup of Starbucks, and one more to go. What else will I feel grateful for today? The sun on my back. An up-coming vacation. Practice gratitude.
Umm, ehh. I did okay but wasn’t as intentional about this one as I would like. Again, 2015.
* Likewise, practice kindness. Always, always, always.
Success on this one. Maybe not as much to myself as I would have liked, but overall, a pretty solid year.
So we met some goals and we missed some, but 2014, you were an adventure for sure. If 2015 shares half as much joy, we’re in for one heck of a ride.