…but just now it’s marvelous, magical, wondrously winter! Martin and I went out for a walk today, the first of what I hope is a year and more of half hour walks through the changing seasons, through Flyinge in all her colors and decorations. Because of hurting my foot last February I’ve not been able to keep my promise to myself to walk every day this past year. I had to be careful of my foot still, in my big stomper winterboots on slippery streets that have been packed down instead of plowed and snow ridges and piles that shift and surprise under every step. Martin agreed to be my walking buddy (for now)…I expect it to last until the trampoline gets put back together, anyway.
For me, 2005 has been the year of the not-dog, the year of embracing kindred spirit blog-sisters, the year of priority-shifting, the year of learning that multi-tasking may be impressive but it comes with a price. I’ve not made any real New Year’s Resolutions, beyond the obvious “eat better, lose weight” that is a perpetual bulletpoint on my life list these days. I think that, like new-found must-read Sprigs, I might be better off listing my NON-resolutions. So, for 2006, here are 5 things I will NOT do:
- say yes to every project, every commitment, every thing I want to do or not do, but try to find a better balance and a path that allows me to put my concentration to work where it best belongs, things that fulfill something for ME as well as for others
- tell my children I’m busy when in fact I’m surfing blogs, but rather leave the computer and lie on the floor of the playroom more often to build lego sculptures and ticklefight and read books aloud
- fall as easily into the same traps of non-communication, assumption, and familiarity-bred disregard which threaten my most-cherished relationship on occasion
- join a gym or pay any more money to anyone or any organization to help assuage my guilt over not being as motivated as I would like to be about losing weight, and instead keep it simple by starting to walk again, trying portion control, and not beating myself up when I slip up
- worry quite so much about keeping up or keeping ahead or keeping track or catching up
and one thing I do resolve: to write without fear, with and without thought for my audience, for myself, for my heart, for my mind. To let words fill up and spill over, to delve into memory and come up with jewels or junk or long-forgotten buried treasure. To face myself, past present and future, and you, with honesty and thoughtfulness. And, as often as possible, to giggle madly as I hit the “Post Entry” button.