So this past week has had me thinking a lot about the coming year. I’m finding that I need to make some changes in order to “be the water,” so to speak. Some of it sounds very Serenity Prayer, but there’s a lot of wisdom in those lines.
I need to accept that certain people are going to treat me a certain way. Always have, always will. It may not be fair, but there is no changing it. Nor I cannot cut them out of my life, so I need to adapt how I react to the treatment instead of stewing over it and then getting all bent out of shape over little things. Some days it feels like everyone is against me. This is not so. (At the very least, Baby Kai always has my back.)
I need to accept that my family’s priorities are not necessarily my priorities, and do what I can to compromise rather than becoming Crazy Germaphobe Harpy Mommy. This may mean I do more work than they do. But it really is a priority to me to keep the kitchen clean, for instance, so I will just need to make time for it.
(They do need to pick up after themselves a little better, though. I found a string cheese wrapper under the bed, for Pete’s sake. And an empty soda bottle behind the recliner. Like I said…compromise.)
I need to accept that my personality is a large part of what makes me so stressed out, and work with that energy rather than against it. I spent so many years wallowing in apathy that it’s nice to have so many interests now. But if I let my frustration at my lack of free time rule me, I will go bonkers before the kids start school. I must resist the feeling that I am running out of time. My time is finite, yes, but odds are I have many good years left in me.
I need to take more responsibility for my own calm. Because I’m on the merry-go-round now, and it won’t stop for a couple of decades at least. What’s going to happen when the kids start school? Driving? Dating? College? How will I handle moving? Getting a new job? I cannot control the stresses that enter my life, but I can control how I handle them. I need to make yoga and meditation a higher priority in the coming year.
I was doing really well spinning my plates, but then I came apart emotionally when they fell due to circumstances beyond my control. I tend to assume that if I want something bad enough, I can just make it so. Sheer grit and determination, while useful, do not guarantee a win. Sometimes my bullheadedness works for me, sometimes not. I need to work on dealing with disappointment when my best efforts fail, and give myself credit for doing all I can regardless of the outcome.
So that’s all nice and vague, huh? Thus far, my 2016 credo consists of “All life is precious” and “Be the water.” I basically want to be Morgan from TWD, sans all those zombies and personal tragedies. It’s a nice goal, but I have no idea how to translate that into a resolution list of any sort. I still have a little time for that, I guess.