Here we go again. I start the year with the very best intentions, my resolutions are written down, my goals firmly stated, I even have a dream board so that everyday my goals are visible. The only problem is that I am still delusional enough to think I can do it all.
Every year I make the same resolutions, every year I try really hard, every year I go gangbusters for a few days, and then I burn out. There are so many things I want to get done and somehow the prospect of a new year makes me think that I will suddenly have the time to do it all.
I will cook nutritious meals, every night. I will write every day, three blogs and work on my novel. I will work on a craft every day, these are Christmas presents for next year. I will exercise every day. I will organize all my closets. I will be a better friend, better parent, better person. I will spend quality time with Hailey every day.
Today, after four whole days of resolving to be the best I can be, I crashed. I’m tired, I came home from work and took a three hour nap. Holy cow! I’m spreading myself too thin. I don’t think I’ve spent more than ten minutes a day with my daughter, when she is home I’m either on the computer writing or I’m in my craft room working on a new project, so much for my resolution to be a better mom and spend quality time with my child.
All of the things I resolved to do are all things I love to do, I just need to be better organized so they get done. I need to stop putting so much pressure on myself to do anything “every day”. I think this weekend I will rent lots of movies and see if I can’t convince my daughter to spend some quality time lounging around with her mother.