My 2022 is starting slow. I am trying to get over a sinus allergy flare up. Haven’t gotten anything done I had hoped the first week.
However, it may be a good thing. It has made me pause before I get off in to some projects that are only half way planned. With the holidays past and the new year launched, I feel the countdown to my July birthday going. I always try to get things done January till July and be able to have an assessment of progress at my birthday.
I spent a lot of time in December and all last week reflecting on things past. Trying to not become morose over the passage of time and the passing of loved ones. I want to be sure I utilize every day to create a life I love living.
I scribble in a journal constantly. Ideas, happenings, goals, lists, memories of yesterday and of many years ago. A life is supposed to be examined. Mine is often over examined. Second guessing everything. I have so many ideas that I generate and talk myself out of pursuing. I always feel I will be wasting resources if something doesn’t work out or I don’t follow through. Rather than take a risk, I reason with myself that it isn’t needful.
That is why I am always so amazed and so proud of our children when they take risks, large and small, to pursue their dreams. I always told them to not let fear get in the way. Maybe this year I will take my own advice.
I don’t have any bungee jumping type ideas, just a desire to take care of some long-shelved ideas. Stories to write. Artwork to craft. People to see. Come on 2022, let’s get a move on.
There is something odd feeling about the week between Christmas and New Year’s Day to me. Like a twilight zone. I am reluctant to let go of Christmas and anxious to welcome a new year.
I try to reflect on the past year. I try to determine where I am with my life. I try to plan some goals for the coming year or at least a few months. I recently came across a phrase I liked. Trace goals. It was something on Instagram. I like that thought. To me, tracing means to make a light sketch that will be altered and refined with work over time.
I haven’t gotten to the point of tracing goals for 2022. I will turn 57 in 2022. So many things I had imagined for my life did not happen. I am learning to live my life as it is rather than what I think it should be.
Yet, life as it is has turned out to be pretty wonderful. Rock and I are still loving each other happily. The children and the duchesses are doing great. I have some very dear friends and family to share life with.
There are some difficult things to manage. There are some heartaches to let hurt. There are some joyous moments to celebrate and some precious times to savor.
This in-between time even has its good things going on. Visits with friends, time with Rock, a quickly filling January calendar, hope in Christ.
May each of us have a renewed hope in Christ for the coming year. And blessings falling like orchids raining. Happy New Year!