When did January happen? This new year crept up on me so fast. I have to admit, I wasn't quite ready.
Christmas didn't quite seem like Christmas this year. I'm not sure why. My sister made the same remark, so I know it wasn't just me being in a funk, it was as if that celebratory feel just came up missing. I didn't listen to a ton of Christmas music or send out any Christmas cards, everything was mostly quiet over here at home. I spent some time baking - my favorite thing about the holiday season. I organized some of my house, worked on a few projects.
And then New Years came and went and suddenly I'm back to work and it's 2017. I haven't come up with my goals for the year yet (other than one big one I have) and I have a word for the year in the back of my mind, but haven't quite thought it through yet enough to write or talk about it. I had every intention of spending New Year's weekend reflecting on last year and preparing for the New Year, but it simply didn't happen. My heart wasn't in it and I was feeling sick, so I curled up with Netflix all weekend instead. It was perfect.
Here's the thing, in spite of the weird transition to the new year, I know 2017 is going to be great! I don't know what it will look like or what it will bring to my life, I'm just aware of consistent sense of anticipating good things. I'm speaking LIFE over this year.
My favorite part about the New Year is that feeling of having a clean slate. I love the freshness of a new season. The goal-setting, the creative process and the dreaming and thinking and preparing, I don't want to miss it. So I'm slowing down. I'll take the time to go over goals and reflect on what I'm learning sometime during the next few weeks, but I won't have the pressure to "get it done" and will be able to enjoy the process and tap into my heart and mind rather than creating a list of half-hearted resolutions that won't be kept. Though, of course I want to lose 20 pounds and eat healthier! So there is that...
If you're with me and haven't quite figured out all your goals and plans for the year. It's okay. I'm giving myself permission to breathe and let life work itself out rather than trying to control everything. To slow the rush of doing all-the-things and giving myself time to focus on one or two big goals for the year rather than all those small things that one only wants in theory. I'm surrendering to what is, instead of keeping a fist-clenching hold onto expectations. It's so good.
P.S. My Christmas tree is still up, too. I like it that way!