So it’s the end of the year...December 29, 2017 to be exact. And just like any other 20-something young adult woman...I’m asking myself the question “What does 2018 hold for me?” And along with that: What are my New Years resolutions? Will I finally lose the baby weight? I’d really like to. Should I give up caffeine? I’d really hate to. Maybe this will finally be the year I get the whole “morning routine” thing down. You know...wake up at 6am, go for a jog (let’s be honest a brief walk), drink a cup of coffee (and enjoy the entire thing while it’s still hot) while spending time in my favorite devotional, take a shower (BONUS: wash my hair!!), do my hair & makeup, get dressed and have my daughter’s bag packed for daycare all before 7:30am when my sweet little nugget of joy wakes up for the day. The funny thing is that this all seems so realistic to me. Even as I type it. This will be the year! I’m going to lose the weight! I will stop drinking the sludge we call coffee and soda! My mornings will be glorious and oh so productive! I will reach the 547,412 goals that I’ve made for this year!
Let’s get real.
If I’ve learned one thing in my 26 years of life so far, it’s that unrealistic expectations set me up to feel all the terrible things. Lazy. Inadequate. Bad friend. Bad mom. Bad wife. Bad employee. Not good enough. Not thin enough. Not disciplined enough. Oh gosh the list goes on. So before I dig myself a big deep pit of dark sad unrealistic and unmet expectations...I present to you:
MY 2018 RESOLUTIONS
1. LESS. LESS. LESS. Just less. Less of all the things that make me feel like I’m less. Less stress. Less googling. Less comparing (that’s a BIG one). Less thinking about myself. Less overthinking. Less second guessing. Less beating myself up about not feeding my daughter 100% organic fruits and veggies (homegirl loves yogurt melts & puffs and I’m okay with that). Less beating myself up about not going on walks everyday, not dieting, or not doing something “fun” every weekend. Less beating myself up in general. That does not do anybody any good. Just. Less. I think that sums up my less list so far.
2. That’s it. No more resolutions to see here. Please refer to number 1.
I’ll admit there is one more thing I’d like more of in 2018. More bubble baths.
Real talk...I truly believe that when I get rid of the messy stuff that takes up so much brain and heart space...there will be room for more of the good stuff. And when I’m made up of the good stuff, I share the good stuff. And that’s just all good stuff. I hope and pray that 2018 brings you true joy and happiness. I hope that in a world filled with more more more...we can sometimes choose less less less. To make room for the good stuff. For each other. For God. For our babies and for our bubble baths. In 2018 I resolve to grasp tightly onto the notion: less is more.