A Resolution Revolution

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One of my 2017 resolutions is to do more art so one of the things that I’ve done in the past week has been these two art pieces. The second one is similar to my I’m ^still With Her word art that I did in the fall after the election, which I’ve been enjoying more and more.

Some sketches of things that I’m looking forward to in 2017. Not a prediction or an in depth plan, and I may add pictures to it as the months progress. (c)2017

This type of resolution list was inspired by my friend, Leah. This is a six month goal set that will be added to as new goals come to mind or these need adjustment. Each item has more than the simple quick note. I will expand on them in a future post. (c)2017

1-52 – January

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​January.

Cold and grey.

Always a chance of snow.

For us, January comes with the continued holiday rush.

Christmas has barely ended, and it’s New Year’s.

Then it’s my daughter’s birthday. She wants the tree down, and I do not. There is no compromise; not yet. There’s birthday dinner, birthday cake, birthday snack for school, presents, and there are still birthday parties.

Before we have a chance to take a breath, it’s Martin Luther King Day with the Super Bowl right around the corner, and then we can almost see Ash Wednesday peeking at us.

There is no respite despite this being the time of the year that we need respite the most.

Snow days are a double edged sword, and there’s a randomness of not knowing how the day will go.

There is a bittersweetness. Next year, both of the little ones will be in middle school. Right now they still want to cuddle and tell awful kid jokes and laugh at everything, but they also like the television and their tablets, Lego and books. They cook a little for themselves, something I hate on many levels. One, they’re growing up too fast. Two, I become my mother and think it’s too dangerous for them to use the stove. Three, I feel like I should be the mommy, and do it all. I don’t want to be Martha Stewart; I want to be Ann Romano or Florida Evans or Frankie Heck, but really I want to be me, just with more energy and less anxiety.

January.

I will sit.

I will drink tea.

I will write and listen to music and read.

It is grey out, and grey means deep breaths and goal setting, and art, and resolutions. It is time to regroup, whether that means career or hobby or writerly things or politics.

Regroup.

January’s reward is a cup of hot tea in a cozy too big chair with a scarf around my shoulders, my Kindle resting on my knee as I read the next book or the magazine subscription.

January.

We begin.

The Next 50 – A Preview

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​Despite dropping the ball for several of the weeks, leading to a ridiculously busy final two months, I really enjoyed writing the fifty reflections about fifty.

Or rather reflections on the last fifty years before I officially turned fifty. 

For 2017, my goal is to write one reflection or short essay each week for the next fifty-two weeks, exploring this next year. I won’t be turning fifty again, but I plan to enjoy and stretch out my fiftieth year.

This set of fifty or so reflections will have a bit more structure than relying on whatever struck my fancy in the moment as I did this past year, although I wouldn’t completely discount that either.

I’ll start each month with a blurb about the month itself, followed up with a photo, a spiritual reflection, and a person who inspires or otherwise influences me. 

I sat down to write a quick outline, and I was amused that after completeing my preliminary list of random people that I wanted to write about and share that I had an evenly divided list of six men and six women. I don’t think I could have done that if I had tried to. Looking over my list, the people who I admire are a mix of performers, artists, religious, politicians, journalists, and saints. They are more different than alike, but each has its own way that draws me (and others) to them.

I’ve enjoyed the last year of looking back and I’m hoping that with these fifty-two weeks coming up that I can not only continue to look back but also look ahead. There is so much more to come.