The Christmas decorations are down and packed in their boxes. The living room is back to its proper configuration. The boys are snuggled in their beds, reading by lamp light. They will probably stay up too late reading, yet again. I predict some grouchiness tomorrow.
The news feeds are full of ways to make this year the most organized and bucket-list-crossing-off year it could possibly be. Friends have posted stated their intentions for improvement during this year. Many gave a hearty middle finger to 2014, glad to be rid of a year full of, well, whatever the year was full of. I applaud those who will keep these resolutions. Resolutions are great in theory. We should all want to improve, to learn, to grow. Why is this reserved for the first of the year? Why can't we change at any time?
As for me, I am fully aware of my shortcomings. I want to learn new skills and have new experiences. But, because I know my shortcomings, this year is about finishing. I start, but I lack follow through. I can't begin anything new until I have finished what I have started/abandoned. The craft projects have piled up over the past nine years in this house. The home improvements that are half done. The tasks that have been gathering dust on the to-do lists. The books stacked in the corner, leaning precariously, and filling the Kindle memory. How can we really expect to improve and grow and move on while we schlep so much baggage from the past? All of these undone tasks have definitely exceeded that maximum weight restriction.
That is my plan for the year. I am looking forward to crossing off each and every item on the overdue to-do list.
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