Every year of my adult life, I’ve spent a few hours at the end of each year looking back and forward, deciding where I needed to improve and choosing a theme.
This year, for the first time since being a grown-up, I didn’t have to. I have a child, a fantastic and wonderful son, so his growth will define my life for a while.
How cool is that?
So, my goal, if you will, for 2012 is to just live, and be, and experience. Perhaps this is the missing link to “believe” and “accept” and “find peace,” goals for previous years to which I’ve gotten close but not quite succeeded.
My husband and I agreed to a joint resolution: protect Javi time. Closer to my heart than his, he’s nonetheless agreed to try to tune out distractions and focus on the kid when we have kid time, even if we end up tagging each other out for breaks. It’s too easy to check Facebook and surf the web and read the news when “spending time” with Javi, and that’s unfair to him.
And last, if I can put one stretch goal out there, it’s to find a way to be more consistently healthy. Though I think I look okay, I’m in terrible cardiovascular health for someone my age and my bones creak like I’m 90, so perhaps this is the year to really do yoga or hit the gym or something.
But I’ll worry about that later. Today’s pajama day and my kid will wake up from his nap soon. Happy 2012!