It’s the only “Resolution” I have successfully kept – the reading of my weekly chapter and subsequent “sprucing up.”
Other resolutions I had considered:
1. Learn the words to Rapper’s Delight.
2. Figure out what to do about the strange smell behind the couch.
3. Understand my husband.
4. Oh really who am I kidding.
Anyhow. This week’s chapter is entitled:
“ORGANIZE YOUR MIND” – or, if you’re Momsie: “ORGANIZE WHAT’S LEFT OF YOUR MIND”
It has some great start up ideas for a frazzled Momsie, one who tends to go a bit overboard on things (as one who was just contemplating a rather grubby laundry room and then having my next thought twerk right over to: I MUST CLEAN EVERYTHING ALL OF IT THE ENTIRE HOUSE RIGHT NOW you see the difficulty here. I am nutball.)
So. Some items covered in this VERY short (big blessing!) chapter about what I like to think of as “turning the Titanic around” were:
*Getting a minimum of 7 hours of sleep a night. (blessing again!)
*Eliminating what the author calls “energy drainers” such as those items on my To Do list that have not been done in over 6 months. Maybe, like, erase those items. Maybe not so important? Maybe they need to go to missing sock status and just poof, begone. (BIGGER blessing!)
*Scheduling “me time” each week. (OH I JUST LOVE YOU JENNIFER FORD BERRY).
The chapter gives me hope. And some clarity. I do love my long lists, with little boxes drawn in with Sharpie (pink) so I can check things OFF with my Sharpie (purple). Checking things off my To Do list is the same as kicking off a pair of heels after a day of work. Or, might I say, getting that bra off and sliding into some jammies. Right? You know it, ladies. (Gentlemen, if you’re reading along and at this point are still nodding in agreement then perhaps this is not the blog for you… )
Ahem. BUT. There are lists, and then there are MY lists. Lately, my lists are entitled:
Various Huge Projects Saddled with Guilt, Numerous Strings, and Resentments (see appendix for Strings)
These are what my To Do lists have slowly mutated into this past year: tangled and highly emotional write ups of what I want NOW, what I think I want, what I think others want from me, and what I dread.
Not anywhere on the list: What God wants.
My resolution: Embrace a word for this year. Just one word.
Courage to find out what God wants for me.
Courage to accept His walking orders.
Courage to change the things I can.
Courage to accept the rest.
“Be strong and courageous!” Joshua 1:9
“Courage is not simply one of the virtues but the form of every virtue at the testing point.” C.S. Lewis, Screwtape Letters
“I’ma big and stwong! You too mommah!” Red
So, what is YOUR word for this year?