The topic this week is how we are doing on 2016 resolutions.
The first half of the year has proven eventful: I flew to San Francisco for an emergency surgery that was a success. We sold our home of a decade, a boat, and two cars. We bought a house two thousand miles north that we’re renovating. I now own a Volvo because it’s the state car of Connecticut. I gained five pounds, not of muscle. My book has a cover. My children completed first and second grade. I turned thirty-six.
Oh, wait. Did I say that all happened since January? Silly me— that all happened in June. Which is why I know y’all will forgive me my resolution trespasses. On New Year’s I vowed to focus more on charitable work and yoga, cut back on wine intake, and stop sacrificing writing time to Facebook. While I did increase my volunteer hours with Made By Survivors, the yoga mat and I have only been on six dates– you can tell I’m nervous when we’re together because my elbows shake uncontrollably each time I plank. Wine and I, in contrast, remain close. As for Facebook, let’s just say I know how everyone celebrated Independence Day.
Am I failure? Sort of. It would be easy enough to do thirty minutes of stretching on a mat even though I don’t have time for an official class. I could swap a glass of wine for sleepy time time tea. The journal is there waiting for my thoughts while I like, love, cry, am wowed by, and get angry at Facebook posts.
But the thing is…I’m exhausted. Overwhelmed. Uncertain. Life has always dealt me unique hands, but it’s done so judiciously. This recent onslaught removed the self-improvement ambition I housed in January. Right now the only thing I’m resolved to do is unpack.
… thus the roller coaster of life!
That is a lot on your plate! Be kind to yourself. Have the glass of wine.