By Gwen Rockwood, newspaper columnist and mama of 3
If you’re looking for one of those peppy New Year’s blog posts, click to a new page now before I disappoint you. I just don’t have it in me. All this blank slate, turn-over-a-new-leaf, fresh start stuff is making me feel tired and the New Year is not even a week old.
Perhaps I’m still sluggish from all the Christmas food, or maybe I’m like a grumpy bear guarding her hibernation period. I know I’m supposed to be revved up for the New Year and full of positive goals, self-discipline and determination. But, for whatever reason, I’m just not. In fact, I keep getting a tiny twinge of resentment every time I think about it.
There’s something about all this New Year’s hype that insinuates that, for the past 12 months, we’ve all been a bunch of losers. And that this time around, we’ll do it right. We’ll put all those “should’s” and “could’s” into action and transform into entirely different people – more accomplished people with smoother skin, smaller waists, bigger bank accounts and a much more organized life.
But here’s the thing: I don’t think I completely messed up in 2010. Although I didn’t get everything accomplished that I’d hoped I would, I did work hard. I raised kids and paid bills and cleaned house and met deadlines. I tried to be good to my family and friends. I bet a lot of you did those same things, too. And the thought of doing all those things again but ramping it up even more to satisfy the New Year’s quest of having a bigger, better, more successful year – I don’t know. It leaves me feeling a little overwhelmed and defeated before I even get started.
Somewhere inside me is this defensive voice that’s saying, “I’m doing the best I can. And I’ll keep doing the best I can. But if I don’t climb a mountain or run a marathon or change the world in the next 12 months, I’m not going to beat myself up about it next January. So there.”
Maybe I’m just being stubborn. I know there are things I could do a better job at in the New Year. Eat better. Exercise more. Sleep more. Read more. Volunteer more. Procrastinate less. The list is long, and all the things on it are worthy of pursuit. But I also know I’m human. I don’t want to cram so many “to-do” lists and resolutions into the year that it ends up slipping by even quicker than the last one did. I want time to breathe. Time to just “be.” I want to enjoy my life without constantly demanding more from it.
Does that make me lazy or just content? Either way, we Americans aren’t big on being content. Part of what makes us who we are as a nation is our habit of constantly pushing forward – to do more, know more, create more. During this time of year, that restless energy to “have it all” reaches a fever pitch.
But for some reason, I haven’t caught the fever yet. Who knows? Maybe I’ll put on my running shoes, go for a brisk walk and come back ready to conquer the world in 2011. But for now I’m not making any grand promises or sweeping changes. I’m just going to keep doing the best I can do and hope it’s enough.
Because the truth is, if the New Year goes somewhat like the past year, that’s okay with me. Last year, my family was healthy and safe. Last year, my body – though not in its ideal shape or condition – worked just fine. It let me get up in the mornings, chase my kids around and do my job. My house, despite the ways it could be better, was a great place to come home to, even when it wasn’t super organized. Last year was a good year, and I’m thankful for it. I’d be blessed to have another one like it.
So if I somehow manage to do a few more things in 2011, that’s great. I hope I do, and I’m going to work toward that. But if the New Year clicks along much like the last one, that’s okay, too. Because I don’t want to get so busy improving my life that I forget to live and enjoy it.
From my family to yours, here’s hoping that 2010 was a good year and that 2011 will be just as good or even better. Happy New Year.
Gwen Rockwood is a mom to three great kids, wife to one cool guy, a newspaper columnist and co-owner of nwaMotherlode.com. To read previously published installments of The Rockwood Files, click here.
