I tried to start the New Year off right. I thought about it, spoke openly about it, and then struggled to stay up until midnight on New Year’s Eve, barely making it past Wonder Boy, who fell asleep 15 minutes before the ball dropped, impossible to awaken to watch the neighborhood fireworks.
I woke up on my own, just after 8 a.m. New Year’s Day.
I was grumpy. I fidgeted on my phone for a while, next to my also-awake-out-of-habit Mr. Wonder, who was also fidgeting with his phone. The downstairs by myself, to grab a bowl of cereal and turn on the Rose Parade. And sat, and fidgeted with my phone, and let my tired kid play with the Touch, and harass him to sit on the potty because we’re stalling in potty training.
All day I thought about my actions, and how they were NOT going in the directions I wanted.
Last year I chose a great word for a theme instead of writing out resolutions for the year, since I never finish what I start when it comes to life changes.
So this year, I decided on a new one.
Heck, I thought of it all the way back in November, and started incorporating it back into my world along with regular food after I stopped getting sick every day.
My word for 2013 is NOURISH.
I plan on broadening the family palate a little, hitting our local market often, getting my son to eat salad now that he will finally chomp on baby carrots (those suckers are pretty hard and crunchy., after all) and getting back to a wider recipe repertoire, since I have fallen into a funk with food the last few months.
But the beautiful thing is that I don’t plan on just nourishing with my dinner plate.
I am going to make my actions more nourishing, making home a better place, making play time more meaningful…. whatever I can do to expand focus and make myself more in the moment of it.
Craft projects with the kid, pillows to sew- and a new baby coming in six months.
It’s a broad theme, but I like it that way, since I can take it and apply it when think I need to.
Because I feel that sometimes my actions need more guidance, but I don’t want a concrete rule that I end up falling off track the first week, get discouraged, and quitting. Because I always do that.
Because I need to make things but still feel I need a reason why so I can sit and do that instead of household chores.
I need to nourish myself and my world.