When my kiddos were young, I did laundry all the time. And to be honest, I loved it. Not so much the folding and putting away, but more the feeling of accomplishment I got as those loads I had so neatly sorted and placed in the hallway disappeared one by one. Wash, dry, fold, and put away. There was such satisfaction as I went from seven loads, down to five, down to oneâ€¦
Or perhaps it was just one of the few things I felt I had some control over as I raced around at a full-time job, full time working on a Master Degree, and wrangling three kids who had sports, 4-H, band, friends, etc.
I also remember having a mini nervous breakdown one evening telling my husband he needed to buy our 16-year-old daughter a car so she could help haul everyone around. He contributed very little with the household and the kids, one of the reasons we are no longer married, but I digress…LOL
Where was I?
Oh yes, the feelings of satisfaction.
I have a lot I want to do, but no hairy audacious goal is burning at my soul, now.
As 2018 moves along do I need to have a goal of completion? Do I need to force a feeling of satisfaction? Can I as, my partner Steve says, “just be?”
I look back at some of the items I’ve set my mind to and completed.
My bachelor’s degree when I was 32. (My mom died suddenly, my junior year, it was tough!)
My first 5K in 2009
I ran a half-marathon
I went to the summit of two 14er’s. Mt. Elbert, the highest mountain in Colorado, twice.
Took an eight-month sabbatical to Colorado when I turned 50
What I haven’t completed but sorta kinda wanted to
My masters, I decided a divorce was more important
Writing a book
Things I have started that slowly fell off my radar
Stuff I started and glad that ended
A couple of jobs.
Several toxic friendships.
But what about all the goals and resolutions and big hairy stuff we are told we need to do? Aren’t we just big losers if we don’t accomplish something significant?
Wanna know where I am right now?
I am just as happy as a hog in shit, as my dad would say.
Still, I sometimes question my lack of desire. Why don’t I feel the urge to jump on the “New Year, New You, lots of goals, and this is the year I am going to blow the lid off this place,” bandwagon.
Perhaps, it’s because I was caught up in that endless loop for decades? And I am just tired of it?
Maybe it’s because I have “failed” at so many goals, and resolutions, why bother? I ain’t gonna make it happen anyway.
Maybe it’s because I don’t want to be like everyone else. I just wanna be me.
Here are a few things I like/want to do:
Writing short bursts of total brilliance, or nonsense, depending on how you look at it.
Interacting with a group of women who desire to move forward, in whatever manner that feels right to them.
I sorta want to start a book club.
Enjoy my life.
Watch out world, for this gal, she plans on just being who she is
What are your plans for the new year?
What are some of the things you genuinely want to do?
Do you feel the pressure from others/social media/ to compete in the goal/resolution mania of a new year?
Would love your thoughts!