We’re 17 days into the new year, and I’m finally mustering up the energy to write about it. It’s taken me that long to claw my way out of the subzero chill and mourn the end of the holidays. Actually, we finally put away our tree this week. Our sad, droopy tree begging to be mercifully recycled. I’m telling you, I’m having a hard time letting go.
I’m always impressed by people who make resolutions, “goals”, or some “word of the year”. Let me tell you, I barely have the brainpower to remember the right kid’s name at the right time, let alone sit down and write goals. Healthwise, yes–I totally want to focus on the family eating more veggies and fewer grains, and maybe this is the year I finally get an essential oils diffuser and jump on a couple hippie hipster bandwagons (oil pulling! bone broth instead of coffee!)
Otherwise, the only goal I can think of for this year is to make room for more creativity in my life. Rigid structure and “right answers” have their place, but whether it’s in the education system, parenting, relationships, or just how to approach your day, I think they’ve overstayed their welcome. Kids are naturally mind-bogging-ly creative and bold and don’t compartmentalize the way we grown-ups do. I was always the kind of person who was maybe too much of a dreamer and a little too unorganized (okay, messy), and somewhere along the way, I believed that being a real adult meant taking responsibility, learning how to have a clean home, and implementing organized systems in my life. Which isn’t untrue–but I’m realizing that instead of those things overshadowing creative endeavors, they should enhance them, and be there to make room for them.
So I guess my goal is to have fewer goals?
Whatever your creative itch is this year, scratch it.