The holidays are behind us and the year is in full swing, in other words “it’s business time!”. I have some grandiose goals for this year but I also want to be realistic about the hard work it’s going to take to get there. Motherhood is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me but it also makes achieving many of these goals even harder. Time, money, energy…all my resources are being diverted. In the BEST way possible. But still.
This brings me to my word of the year (ok, words of the year in my case). It’s not sexy. It’s definitely not exciting. Maybe I should even find a synonym that means the same thing but sounds more…uh…motivating. However, this is a phrase that has plagued me as long as I can remember and in order for me to meet any of my goals it’s going to require a lot of growth in this area.
2018 WORD OF THE YEAR
First off, I just want to say that I rocked last year’s word of the year, cherish. Besides my year of health in 2012, I think this was my most successful one. I had a sick, elderly dog and I gave her every last drop of love and cherished each moment I could until her last breath. When new love came into my life with the birth of Olivia, I relished in those newborn snuggles and each and every milestone that has come our way since.
I wouldn’t take any of it back.
As a result of all the cherishing however, I let a lot of life slip. Even this blog’s consistency took a major hit. So it’s time to keep cherishing, but to add in the other important stuff. Like showers (just kidding…kind of haha). You see where I’m going with this though, right?…
Drum roll please.,
Back in the day, little red-haired Angie had lots of books. One book in particular, was about Berry the Bear. He loved berries (surprise!) and he would eat and eat until he felt sick from all the fruit. There was even a cassette with a song about self-control (yup, cassette). Self control you see, was the title of the book and the main point of it.
Self control is pretty much the bane of my existence. I’m basically a grown-up, much taller and paler version of Berry. As a child, I would over eat and get stomach aches pretty much every meal. Ask my parents :). My teenage years set the foundation for unhealthy eating and shopping habits and college just solidified them better than Han Solo in carbonite.
After college hasn’t been any better, and when I was going over my goals for this year I realized that they are going to take a
little lot of self-control for any of them to be possible.
For getting back in shape after baby and my healthier eating goals, it’s the resolve to say no that pink sugar cookie or french fry.
It’s making myself go to sleep instead of scrolling Facebook.
It’s getting up a little earlier so I can start my day off with prayer and quiet (this is much easier said then done with a baby who doesn’t like to sleep).
It’s saying no to buying that designer bag or those millions of little things on Target and Amazon that add up.
Basically, it’s a lot of no fun. Which is exactly why I’ve waited until this stage in my life to try to tackle it.
It’s going to be one of my biggest challenges to date. My strategy is to break it down into all those little daily decisions I make. I think if I view those little choices as stepping stones and important, then they will add up into small victories. Get enough small victories, and hopefully I’ll get something that looks pretty fabulous. Or at least that’s the idea. But one day at a time for me in 2018.
And if you spot me about to devour a dessert, please offer to take at least half ;).
Photos by The Blogger Photog
Top: Halogen Velvet Top for Nordstrom (similar in black)
Necklace: Kendra Scott Phara
Faux Fur: Stella & Dot (similar in brown)
Skirt: old, Nordstrom
Boots: Nine West for Nordstrom
Do you do words of the year as well? Let me hear em’!