Halfway Mark Reflections
Often the calendar is flipped from June to July with some stress, a dollop of dread, and a dash of “down-and-out” (at least by me). High kicking their way through my brain like a chirpy-yet-pessimistic chorus line are reminders of all the things I have not achieved at this point, all the things I am likely not to get done by the close of another calendar year. Things like having a clean (and organized) home. Having a neat and tidy yard. Completing a first draft of a novel idea I’ve been bouncing around since, oh, 2011? Growing relationships with my husband, with family, with friends, with God. Completing a 30-day fitness challenge in 30 days. I could go on. Easily.
But this year, something’s different. The crazy chorus line didn’t even get a chance to put on their comfiest high-kicking shoes. Oh, it’s not that I don’t see the things I have failed to do. I realize, too, there are things that, more likely than not, won’t be done by the close of 2014. Yet I’m not eating ice cream like it’s going out of style*, nor am I mentally flagellating myself over failures past, present, or future. Because before June drew to a close, my perspective was shifting off of all I had not yet done and onto, well, today. What can I start doing today to get to where I want to be? To where I’m supposed to be, even?
It’s as if it’s finally being tattooed on my heart and in my mind, one prick of ink at a time, that I cannot change the past. Worrying about the future does about as much good. But today is ripe with possibility, with fresh chances and new opportunities. And if I keep plugging away at things – making changes and corrections as necessary – then I’ll get to the end destination.
*I married into a branch of the Woodman family tree where ice cream will never be out of style. Seriously.