Happy 2018, Daily Chronicle readers! I hope all enjoyed the holiday season. It’s absolutely absurd that it’s a new year.
Many folks have or will be making New Year’s resolutions. Whether individual or as a family, I think it’s a great way to keep all accountable.
My question to myself: Should I commit to a resolution? There are so many bad habits I would like to get rid of. There are so many good habits I would like to pick up. I am not afraid of improving myself – it’s the effort that freaks me out.
Some days, this mama is just thrilled she survived a trying day. Adding another “thing” to try sounds exhausting.
What to do, what to do?
Decades ago, a therapist told me to take care of myself first. Let’s face it, being a parent usually takes priority over myself. Then I battle with wanting to be a good role model for Hannah Jo, which brings me back to taking care of myself first – because that is what I would want her to do.
Sticking with that theme, how can I bring more joy into my life? Being so grateful for everyone and everything in my life, I am forced to pick a superficial goal.
I am lucky to have surface goals. I don’t want another career, I don’t want another husband (wink, wink), and we are in good health.
The effort that will be put forth has to come with a tangible result. Choosing a cursory resolution will, certainly, make it easier to accomplish, along with a timely prize.
Seeking immediate results narrows down the list of resolutions. I could volunteer more, which makes me feel sad yet grateful for my life. Getting more organized and purging my tchotchkes at home can improve my family’s zen. Exercising more frequently gives me that wallop of endorphins. Being mindful will whiz away the stress. Boy, thinking about all the possibilities makes this mama shy away from the effort.
Perhaps my resolution is to not have any.
All right, all right, I will try to be more mindful, which encompasses all the other meaningful habits. It doesn’t necessarily have tangible results, but it makes the mama in me feel powerful because no one else has control over my thoughts.
From time to time, maybe some readers can check in on me. Cross your fingers!
• Becca Hirst is a proud DeKalb resident who writes about her life as a working mother. She hopes to bring more enjoyment to and less shaming and judging of herself and other mothers. Reach her at email@example.com.