2017.
It’s ending.
It happens every year, doesn’t it? The end comes SO FAST. Before you even know it, you’re rushing headlong into New Years…and realizing you didn’t finish the year that ended nearly as strongly as you planned. Because we start the year GUNG HO, don’t we? Great plans. Big dreams. All the AWESOME.
Every year I plan to live intentionally…to face the last days and weeks with as much focus as that with which I began. I HATE the idea of having to start over. But it happens every year. EVERY YEAR. It never fails. I swear to myself that I won’t let the fall bog me down with stress. I make promises that I’ll LOSE weight over the holidays, not gain it. I make deals with myself–I’ll get all the Christmas shopping done by Cyber Monday, and I’ll make a gift for each of my nieces and nephews, and I’ll check off all my holiday activities (cards, thank you’s, photo albums, Gingerbread Houses and Christmas cookies) well before they HAVE to be done.
I honestly have never had any of those things happen.
Not even once.
What is it about our lives that makes us think they’re going to get easier as we get older? It’s just a lie. It never gets easier, does it?
Maybe when I’m 100.
But until then, I’ve got to live like…I know what I’m doing, right? So. It’s 26 days until Christmas. I’m making my lists.
Shopping Lists.
Grocery Lists.
Goals lists.
Business Checklists.
Follow-up Cake Lists.
Holiday Checklists.
My life is really, REALLY full right now. I feel like I’m on the verge of something. Like I’m being prepared for something I can’t see coming right now. Like all this freaking stress is taking me somewhere.
So I’m planning for it.
Are you planning your life right now, or are you letting it happen to you? What can you do about it??
SweetSpot. 