Michele Minehart

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Year: 2011 (page 1 of 50)

fair warning

For anyone out there that had a smidge of hope that I had a shred of “normal” left in me… I’m reading Jen Hatmaker’s book, 7, and I’m about ready to fall out of the crazy, eccentric, “don’t you think it’s a bit much?” tree, hitting every branch on the way down. 

Just sayin. 
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how’d I do?

It’s time to examine the successes (or the lack thereof) in terms of my goals to make 2011 better than 2010. 

1. Care less about what others think
Hmm… this goal wasn’t so SAM (specific, attainable, measurable) so, it’s hard to tell. I’d say I did a few more things that could potentially drop me a notch in other’s opinions, so if I had to put it on the scale, it’s tipping more toward success. 

2. Accept the chaos. 
I’m definitely seeing wins in this column. Mostly out of necessity. I have a few habits that help me maintain some level of sanity – I do a naptime and bedtime walk of the house to make sure everything is put away. All dishes are done and the kitchen is tidy before I retire. And I’m keeping kids stuff that just sits out to a minimum. This way, each time the kids tear apart the house or begin an activity that has me thinking “this isn’t going to end well”, I can always remind myself that by 8pm, it will end well. 

3. Better dental hygiene. 
Success in terms of brushing multiple times a day. Failure in that I didn’t go above and beyond. Never even saw a dentist. 

4. Follow up.
Dismal. Failure. 

5. Add some variety to the blog
Eh. I tried. Maybe my life will diversify next year and this will be a natural outcome. But for now, it’s just the natural ramblings. I do hope to have KLR “guest post” now and again. I think I might even have her on board with the idea. 

6. Become a better wife
I’m trying. Husband is currently at the movies (I know – solo? Yes. He loves it). And in an attempt to help him to connect to activities he loves, I got him a 6-week session at the pottery studio downtown (a hobby that owes its roots to a super high school art class, I believe).  

7. Run
Another. Dismal. Failure. But I haven’t given up. With the sitter so close, I fully intend on getting into a spring groove. 

8. Take more pictures
Again with a fail. 

9. Unless working, stop using technology when the kids ask it of me. 
Yeah… the new iPad isn’t going to help this, either. 

10. Throw a good party
Not even close. 

11. Begin my morning with God.
Success! I’ve even arose earlier than required to meet this one. 

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a clean slate

One of my favorite times of year is the moment you pull out the new day planner and begin filling in the upcoming year. A wedding here, birthdays everywhere, maybe a trip or two if you’re lucky… and you begin to sense what the year beholds. I love the feeling of a fresh year, free of the scratches and doodles and absentminded notes that fills the current year. 

And this week is the National Week Of Looking Ahead and Resolutions/Goals in the blogosphere. How to make positive, healthy changes. Now that Christmas is over, we propel ourselves wholeheartedly into working off the holiday treats and becoming a New You for ’12. 
I typically enjoy this season of reflection and goal setting. I make my annual list of how to make the next year better. I examine where I fell short (and continue to lament about my inability to make a decent non-Velveeta mac ‘n cheese or throw a big party). I try to put myself into the right perspective and in action-mode to greet the new calendar year. 
This year, however, leaves me skidding on the breaks as we approach the big ball drop. I’m no more anxious to dive into the new year than I am for Baby C to start teething. As far as I’m concerned, Pause – or perhaps even Rewind – is my preferred mode. 
As I dug the calendar out today, I noticed that for the first full week of January the only that that differentiates one day from the next, aside from the numerical marking, is what is on the dinner menu. For the entire month, there lies a singular event which will require more than the requisite energy needed to supply the Typical Day.  Of the first 31 days, I have 3 that bear the marking of joyful expectations. 
I started reflecting on the upcoming year. A good friend of mine will make a lifelong commitment to a wonderful man. One of my “kids” will do the same with the “girl of his dreams”, as he put it his sophomore year of high school. And there’s a rumor that my large extended family will attempt a mutual vacationing in the summer. 
Not to take away the joy from these things, but it’s not much to really prop up the year. Perhaps it’s the letdown in comparison to of previous years’ events – graduation from masters’ programs, new jobs, new homes and new babies (this will be the second calendar year in 5 that I don’t give birth!). We’ve settled to a sense of normalcy that I may not know how to face.
Some might think that living through the past 3 years has been a climatic struggle for our household, with so many changes and unknowns. But upon reflection I’ve decided that sometimes it’s the storm that keeps the ship moving, and once the calm comes the captain must figure out where, indeed, we’re headed. When Light Speed becomes the operating mode, downshifting to 3rd gear becomes a challenge. 
I still plan on doing a List. There are specific ways that 2012 can be better than 2011, and I hope to target them to action. But this year I meet it all with a bit less zeal. I sense the prize behind Door #2 next December won’t be a new car, but rather the reward of steady progress. Not the exhilaration of surprise and change, but the peace of the regular and rhythmic. 
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