In case you missed it, the 2020 train has already left the station—not late, not early, but exactly on time.
We’re almost halfway through January for goodness-sake. Resolutions have been made and are already underway. Goals have been set, vision boards constructed. Your word of the year? People are no longer asking—it’s already so passé.
And me? I’m still running to catch up with that train.
Two weeks in to the new year and I already feel like I’m scrambling. I didn’t have a “word” planned out. I didn’t set goals—heck, I haven’t even reviewed the ones from last year. It feels like I’m already behind, and the year has barely begun.
And yet, this is more than a little representative of the season in which I find myself. A part-time working, full time SAHM to two preschoolers. There is so little margin, mere scraps of time to fit it all in. I multitask, I try to be present in the moment, filing away plans and ideas for another time, another season. “There will be time for that THEN,” I tell myself, while trying not to resent the limited time and resources I have in the NOW.
This year may be just as messy and chaotic and crazy and wonderful as the last. BUT, if I don’t reach out and grab it, it’s going to slip away before my eyes, and nothing will have changed. I won’t have changed.
So, better late than never, I claim back this year from the thief of time. I choose my word, I set my goals, and I take ownership of the woman God wants me to become—in body, mind and spirit.
Becoming means “begin to be.” And so this year, i will aim to do just that. “Begin to be more like the woman He designed me to be: mentally, physically and spiritually.
Becoming is a process—I don’t know yet where it will lead, or what it will look like for me this year. But I do know this—I can’t wait to start!