Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.
I don’t know about you, but I’m still trying to get used to the fact that summer is over, never mind accept that it’s the start of a whole new year. Despite my mental denial however, the clocks did tick past midnight Monday night and the big sparkly ball did drop in New York’s Times Square (in the rain, even), so that means the 1/1/2019 on my calendar is apparently correct.
On the plus side, to mangle a quote from an old favorite book of mine (Anne of Green Gables):
“it’s a brand new year with no mistakes in it yet.”
Normally on New Year’s Day, after enjoying the annual outdoor Hockey Classic on television, along with a mimosa or two, I kick off the Great Winter Cleanup, which occasionally includes dismantling the Christmas tree with the help of a chainsaw (don’t ask!).
I like the out-with-the-old feeling and the knowledge that, however briefly, everything is in its place and those things that have outlived their purpose are on their way out, never to be seen again.
But I wasn’t ready to dismantle the tree just yet.
And although I took some of the decorations down, I wasn’t quite ready to call this holiday season a wrap.
So after the hockey game (congratulations, Bruins!), I traded my mimosa for a café au lait and headed out to the backyard to pull weeds, mow the lawn, and enjoy the fresh air. It was calm and peaceful and, frankly, more relaxing than cleaning house.
Eventually, the yard was tidy, the coffee was gone, and other tasks called. One of which was transitioning from my old, swiftly disintegrating briefcase/computer bag to the new one Santa thoughtfully left beneath the tree. As I moved things over from one to the other, I came across my 2018 To Do list. I’d like to say that all the items on that list had been successfully checked off before the year ended, but that wouldn’t be even remotely true.
Some of the items not only hadn’t been completed, but they’d been on the previous year’s list as well. Possibly even the list before that.
Frankly, my To Do list could be more appropriately called my Never Do list. Or maybe the Should-Do-But-Don’t-Want-To-Do list. Or possibly the Wishful-Thinking List.
So instead of transcribing the unfinished 2018 tasks to a new 2019 To Do list so I could not do them again this year, I took the old list and ran it through the paper shredder.
When it comes to my Day Job, I have deadlines and deliverables and Action Plans to follow, but this year, when it comes to my personal life, I’m going in a different direction.
As I started already today, and frankly subconsciously started months ago, I’m focusing on doing the things that make me happy. That may mean the kitchen doesn’t get remodeled until something breaks or falls off the walls (I’m looking at you kitchen cabinet!), but I can live with that.
It may also mean that writing will take a backseat when there’s another book just calling out to be read or a craft project whose time has finally come or something else that catches my interest. I’m okay with that too. That’s why, baring a post-Christmas miracle, I won’t have an entry in this year’s final Golden Heart contest, as some of our other 8 Ladies will. I wanted to, but not enough to actually do so.
Looking at last year’s / this year’s publication plans Nancy and Jeanne have been reporting on, I’m impressed by all they’ve accomplished and everything they’ve got planned but frankly, I get tired just reading their To Do lists. While we may have some of the same long-term goals, I’m taking the longer, slower, scenic route to get there. I’ll undoubtedly get distracted along the way, and I may never actually reach the final destination I thought I was heading for, but I have every intention of enjoying the journey.
Without a To Do list.
For today, my only goals are to make a little more progress on the blanket I’m crocheting, read a few more chapters in the latest Louise Penny book I’m reading (I think I have a character-crush on Armande Gamache), and then curl up for a good night’s sleep beneath my freshly-washed flannel sheets.
I’m confident I’ll be successful.
Better yet, I’ll be happy which, coincidentally is my word for 2019.
Funny how that all worked out.
So, what does 2019 look like for you?