Two Thousand Nineteen
This past year has been packed full of beautiful things for us.
This year, I pumped hundreds of ounces of milk in a science closet at school for Leo. Garrett rearranged his work schedule to stay home with Leo five days a week. We traveled home to Michigan and put red roses on my dad’s grave. I poured energy into my friendships and remain convinced that I am surrounded by the most incredible humans in the world. I spent a few nights out having fun at a bar or restaurant, and many more nights snuggled up on my couch at home. I watched with happiness as Leo took his first steps. I did more of what made me happy and less of what stressed me out.
In talking to a friend today, I realized all over again that having so many interests and pursuits doesn’t have to be a bad thing: to love many good things is to be alive. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by all that I want to do and know and accomplish, but I think the secret to contentment in it all is to be grateful every day for the things that impart joy, and to not be afraid to seek and love those things.
What are my goals for 2019?
Reading. This is difficult in my current season of life, chasing a one year old who enjoys ripping books and paper, but it must be done. It is a basic human gift that must be cultivated in my home, period. It must be done, even little tiny bits at a time. I live next to a library that every literary loving peasant of the past would have given their arms and legs to enjoy.
Pull Ups. Ha, this is fun one. I bought a pull up bar from Goodwill and I’m determined to do them completely. I’ve always been like oh woe is me, I do not possess upper body strength, but that’s not true. I just need to work on them.
Being okay with myself. This advent, I stopped wearing as much make up because I wanted to become the type of person that was alright with my face regardless of how I doll it up. I want to continue in that vein: to care less about my physical appearance in the sense that it’s not something to be fixed.
Budget the fudge out of our lives. Saving all of our receipts and holding weekly budget meetings have become a staple for us. Taking control of our finances has been such a freeing thing that holds Garrett and I accountable to each other. It’s freeing to manage money well.
Converse with God. I always put off “prayer”, and I blame it on being busy and having so much to do between working full time and being a mom and wife and artist and whatever else I do. Acting as if my duties and daily comings and goings are a conversation with God is prayer, and it’s taken me this past year to really incorporate that into my daily life. Everything can be a prayer. We constantly unveil the divine within the mundane, and I want that to be how I live.
Doing things that make me happy. These include watercolors and acrylics, sketches, Irish dance, meal prepping, working out, face masks, coffee, dates with friends, and lots of other things. Weaving good things into my life makes every day a good time.
I hope 2019 is full of blessings and beauty for you all!