Life gets away from us, you know? We forget who we are. Recently, my mom shared with me a story about a job she had and disliked in college. She couldn't find common ground with her coworkers who fostered a negative environment and it made her social soul pretty miserable. However, she began to bring a book with her to work and every day on her lunch break, she'd read a little. According to my mom, those moments inside that book reminded her who she was. She'd return to her job refreshed and refocused.
This Winter Vacation has been my lunch break.
Before the break, I was running ragged. Barely scraping along and honestly a little discouraged. Between planning and organizing, orchestrating and reviewing, I'd come home and crash. My laundry was piling up and my eating habits crashing down. Working, driving, sleeping... I think I was letting my life get away from me. And there's nothing like your mom coming upstairs, frazzled and covered in pine needles because she was trying to unscrew the Christmas tree when it fell over on top of her to remind you of who you are. Apparently she yelled for help and only the tiny dogs came. It's amazing what you can miss over the whirr of a hair dryer. Over the past two weeks, I've had time to breathe, time to read, time to sing, time to remember who I am.
Conveniently, there's a fresh new year just arriving.
& like, HOW CHEESY would it be to end this shmaltzy post by listing some stupid New Year's resolutions?
So anyway, my new year's resolutions are as follows:
1. Make time for reading.
2. Be a better dog mom.
3. Make NO time for laziness.
Happiness doesn't always make you happy, Lauren. Remember that.
Happy 2014.
