I used to love New Year’s Eve and all of the anticipation of what the New Year might bring. Staying up late, sipping champagne, and that long midnight kiss all guaranteed a bright start to the new year.
I also loved the resolutions.
Resolutions: the promises I’d make to myself to save more money, lose that extra five pounds, to stop procrastinating, to be better at…everything. There were too many resolutions to count.
When I became a mother, my resolutions changed, as well. Now I promised less screen time, more self care, and even less yelling. I promised to be more present, to be a better mother, sister, wife, friend, neighbor, and whatever else I could think of.
Then, just thinking about my resolutions began to exhaust me.
Instead of being goals that I had set for myself, they became another thing I had to do. Resolutions were another weight on my already over-burdened shoulders.
Last year, I told myself, “no more!” It was the best gift I could have given myself.
I have not made one promise to myself this year that could be broken. Things change so often at this stage of my life that it’s nearly impossible to stick to one plan, anyway. Why bother with the stress and frustration?
This year I’ve had a lot happen that has made me realize how short our time on this earth really is, so I’m not going to cut that time even shorter by setting obligations that I’m bound to break. And, once they are broken, I would get upset at myself for breaking them. It’s a never-ending cycle.
So cheers to this New Year. Let’s make it a good one. No more resolutions for this Mama.
May your 2018 be blessed and full of love.