Oh, how I love a fresh new calendar!
It’s full of promise and lots of space for all the wonderful ideas I jot down when sitting in my chair fantasizing about how much time, energy and strength I’ll have in the coming weeks.
And then comes reality.
So even though THIS year I only publicly shared self care goals for 2020, I’m here to tell you-it ain’t lookin’ good.
I admit that many kind readers pointed out that twenty goals for anything (self care or not!) was a little ambitious.
They were right.
I got about a week into the new year when three commitments for February were added to the list. One is a scripture study conference which I will absolutely love and doesn’t require anything but my presence. One is a speaking engagement at a local church’s women ministry event (I’m working on the notes now) and another is a three day retreat for bereaved moms in Mississippi.
While that might not seem like much, in addition to daily writing, feeding critters, work in and outside our house plus administration of a closed Facebook group for bereaved parents, it adds up.
So some of those lofty goals are being laid aside or modified.
I promised accountability so here’s an update.
I’ve been much better at reading Scripture every day. Not as much as I had hoped, but more than I had toward the end of last year.
I’m walking every single day that the weather allows. I’m up to 1.4 miles in about 30 minutes and my hips have gone from screaming to only whispering their objections. I hope to make it to 2 miles most days at a pace of 15 minutes per mile. (We’ll see how that goes!)
I am limiting the number of times I automatically say “yes” to every request for my attention. I’ve even (gasp!)let the phone go to voicemail when it’s someone I know but it’s simply not convenient to talk right now. I call back later when it works better for me.
I’m decluttering and establishing a daily rhythm that supports some of my goals and learning to let go of others that apparently just aren’t going to happen right now.
I’m reading more.
I’ve watched many sunsets and even caught January’s full moon!
I’m making lists of “Things to Do on Rainy Days” and “Things to Do on Sunny Days” and work from whichever is most appropriate on a given day. Slowly, slowly I’m whittling down my outdoor work. I’ll never be finished but I’ve stopped accusing myself as I walk the property and enjoy the fresh air.
I don’t know what, exactly, I expected from middle age and an empty nest, but I think I thought it might be a little less hectic than those years of raising and educating a household of kids.
It is, in many respects, less hectic. Most of the demands placed on me are not time sensitive to the minute or hour.
But there is just as much to do.
And perhaps that’s how it should be.
I’ve always said that, like Amy Carmichael, “I want to burn out, not rust out”.
I’ve got a new grandbaby who is going to be one in March!
I might not accomplish all the goals I set for myself earlier this year but I hope to accomplish every single thing God has for me to do as long as I have breath.