I resolve to ease up.
To back off… of myself. (And others.)
If my house isn’t perfectly clean, it’s ok.
If I don’t have a post ready for tomorrow, it’s ok.
If my daughter screams when we’re at the store because she wants THAT thing so badly, it’s ok.
If in the beginning of this year, especially after approximately January 30th, I can’t keep up with everything, it’s ok.
If my body doesn’t immediately look better post-baby, it’s ok.
It’s all ok.
I shall accept and underscore yet again, that this… this is a season of my life.
I resolve to accept it as it comes. And more importantly, I resolve to find joy in it.
(P.S. Because of an annoying DVR issue, we were unable to watch the ball drop on T.V. However, we did get to see a bit of Dick Clark. What a cutie-pie. It looked like he was doing well, no?)