As I sit amongst loads of unfolded laundry, piles of unread books, and a half a glass of wine in my hand I realize that it’s only two weeks into the New Year and I’m failing on this whole resolution front. I’m cursing myself as I draft this post past it’s original deadline and realize I can add a few more missed opportunities to the list.
As someone who’s habitual tardiness and tendency to procrastinate feels as ingrained in my genetic code as my freckles, I am not overly surprised that I’m already behind the figurative resolution eight-ball. However, in past years I would berate myself and spend precious time feeling guilty for missing these self-imposed goals.
This year, I’m giving myself a hall pass.
To clarify, this does not mean I plan on foregoing all my personal goals and commitments for the year – it means I will not be held captive by my setbacks.
Because life is short.
The tolling of the clock from one year to the next is serves as our reminder that time moves fast and is too fleeting to be stuck on what held us back or what we did not accomplish.
So this year, when I eat a cookie instead of a carrot, when I hit snooze instead of going for a run, I will not spend the rest of my time in that day reprimanding myself for my perceived failure. Instead I will try again tomorrow. So by the end of the year, I will not have an accumulation of days spent trying to take back the time from my mistakes, it will be a year spent enjoying the accomplishments on the days I remembered to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer and how I was able to stay under our monthly budget.
Because life truly happens in the moments in between.