I’ve always loved new journals. I like a new pencil. I like opening a fresh jar of peanut butter. I like the new year. I like starting over.
Obviously, I like resolutions. Why? Because I look at them for what they are: words.
And while words are far more powerful than a punch in some instances, they’re also meaningless unless action is behind them.
I recently read yet again that a goal is great, a resolution is fantastic, but without a plan; a roadmap of how to get from Point A to Point B — you’re lost. And I agree with that.
So, I’m creating my map. And I don’t need to bog you down with those details. I mean, you’ve got a life of your own.
But I do resolve.
…to be more mindful.
Of my words.
Of my intentions.
Of my time.
Of my choices.
Of my heart.
Of my influence.
Of my legacy.
I want to grow this year. I want to keep moving forward, imperfectly progressing along the path that I’m meant to be on. That one that God planned for me. And this year, while I travel my path, I’m making a concerted effort to slow down, to relax and breathe, to let negativity leave my life as quickly as it entered, to enjoy more, to be more mindful of who I am.
I remember learning in my birth classes with Lila that I needed to take care of myself so that I could take care of my baby. That was nearly four years ago and that still resonates today. I need to take care of me so that I be on my game for my husband, my children, my family.
Of course I’ll mess up and three months from now you’ll be reading a post about how STRESSED I am; but I hope that each time life gets a little more crazy, I can step back and be mindful of my path.
Ya’ll, I want to grow.
Let’s do this.