Not for a lack of goals, or power words, but an overwhelm of how many possibilities lay before us on the dawn of each new year. I wear a lot of hats, and the weight of them and balance of them is not taken lightly. I am in this mode of making strategic plans left right and center. Work, check. Farm, working on it. The Inspired Home, check.
Balance. Breathe. Focus. None of the power words seemed like quite the right fit.
2016 had big plans to teach me a lesson in the very earliest days.
I’ve been a little slower than lately for a few months. I didn’t quite know what to chalk it up to – doing too much? new medication? not eating as well as I could? I needed more sunlight? Turns out none of the above. I had an infected tooth that my body was going to try and reject it shortly after Christmas.
Happy freakin’ New Year.
This tooth of mine landed me in the emergency room, and then the dentist. To me, these are my top two places that I don’t want to visit. If you were going to write a list of what I’m afraid of, the dentist would be at the absolute top.
Surfing through a sea of T3’s and antibiotics left a ringing in the New Year not as festive as I would have liked. I lay in my bed, sat on the couch, trying to magically get through until Jan 4 when all the dentists would return from their Christmas holidays.
My daughter who is 2 years old has this way of cutting to the heart of the matter. We had this little conversation that left me reeling:
P: Momma, you sick again?
H: Yes, babe.
P: What’s wrong, momma?
H: I have a sore mouth.
P: Oh no momma. You sick.
H: <takes pills>
P: All better now?
All I could think about was that again…. how often did it seem to her like I was sick lately? What a reality check. And she was right – I wasn’t okay, because I was flat on my back in bed again. Too many times in less than a month. (You think I would have remembered what happened last time).
Facing Up To Your Fears
So 2016, you kicked my butt from the beginning. I’m coming back swinging. I already conquered the emergency room and the dentist. Two places I don’t plan to go again this year unless it’s for a routine visit, thank you very much!
My goals of the year. Balance & Blazing New Trails.
I’m owning it this year. I’m using my amazing brain that thinks outside of the box to make the path easier. We don’t ALWAYS have to do things the hardest way possible, you know. There are so many boulders that we have to move forward, and there’s only one way I know how to do that – baby steps.
I’ve got more trees to climb, more paths to blaze, and more adventures to be had. I’ve got a lot of sweat equity to earn this year at the wild+free farm, and more things to write that get to the heart of the matter.
a passionate recreation coordinator by day, crazy farm mama of two by night. i live outdoors: growing my own food, camping and hiking with my border collie with two active kids in tow. when I’m not writing, I’m experimenting with recipes, and crafts – or anything else that might keep the monkeys entertained.