It’s January, as if you didn’t know. I’m hopeful, as is always the case at this time of the year, and one reason is because I’m satisfied with how December went down. The kids liked their presents, we went to concerts and church programs, hung out with friends, helped people, and spent time together watching whodunnit movies. I sat by the fire, ate quality chocolate, and listened to Christmas music until I stopped liking it.
It was good.
Furthermore, I stand by my decision not to do a lick of school with the kids for the entire month. See, I hadn’t really planned it, but we ended up having eighteen, yes, eighteen overnight guests in the month of December. This is crazy-sausage, especially for someone who’s an introvert. But it happened. And, the thing is, it was wonderful, better than I could have imagined. It wouldn’t have been, however, if I’d had a lot of cherished plans that kept getting way-laid. In that case, I would have been excessively crabby. As it happened, I was only normally crabby.
Now, on to January: Long ago I gave up on making big, sweeping goals for the new year. It’s not that I don’t hope certain things will happen in the next twelve months, or that I don’t see the need for improvement in some of my habits. It’s just that I don’t make big changes very successfully unless utterly forced. Which sometimes happens, but still. So I make little changes, or try to, and I sneak them into my life so that my subconscious barely notices. I don’t start implementing them all on January 1st. Instead, I add one at a time, little by little, all through the months of January and February, or for as long as it takes to make them habits. This way, it feels like I deal with less Resistance.
Some of my little goals for 2015 include (in no particular order)
- A little bit of (boring, so boring) exercise, every day. Not just because of the thigh issue and the thirty-seven years old thing but because I struggle with depression. Exercise helps.
- Getting up one hour earlier–which is to say, early, period–so that I can get in more time to write before I start the school day with my kids.
- Being nicer to the kids. Specifically, I’m going to work on praising something about each of them at least once a day. I forget to, with all the teachery correcting I do, but it seems to make such a difference when they hear me say something complimentary.
- Reading my Bible more consistently, with (hopefully) deeper concentration. Gonna try not to find myself at the end of a chapter with no idea how I got there.
- Finally, (a few of my writing goals are still in formation), posting more consistently on the blog.
That’s it. No marathons, no enormous reading lists, or herculean educational efforts with the kids. No more goals at all, in fact, unless someone drugs me and performs a lobotomy.
What about you? Do you make small, medium, or large goals for the new year? Or none at all?