I’ve been terrible about maintaining resolutions over the years. I don’t even try to come up with any anymore. The past few years, though, I’ve picked a word for the year and tried to shape parts of my life around it to improve myself/life in general. In 2015, my word was “flexible”, and last year my word was “focus”. Apparently I’ve started an “f” theme, and now I feel pressure to stick with  it.
I’m tossing around words in my head like decisiveness…intentional…balance…thoughtfulness.
The seasons, or just weeks, in my life that I regret the most are the ones when I’m consumed with work, daily motherhood/homemaker tasks, and basically pass Justin in the night. I’m short-tempered with my kids, and tend to spiral into these thought patterns of, “I just need to get through this week and get this deadline met and just clean out every single closet in my house and then my life will feel lighter and better and I’ll be nicer and happier”. And then my load with lighten, I’ll think, “this is how it should be, I’ll be better next stressful time. . .” but I’ll pick up the same habits again. And to be honest, I’ve never really given much effort to setting up better intentional times for each part of my life, so I can avoid these crazy times. I procrastinate, and then they hit me and knock me over like a huge wave, washing away all the d...