What Happens When Resolutions Fail
Slow family living.
This is the phrase I chose to represent how I wanted 2017 to look. A reminder to spend time cultivating every moment, living with purpose, and taking control over the busyness that wrecks havoc with its unwanted grip.
I pictured myself waking up with the littles, pouring a fresh cup of tea, and billowing ourselves into the cushions of our couch for some cuddles and conversation — well as good as conversation can be with a two and four-year-old. We would get tangled up together with our limbs and laughter, and the minutes of the day would tick by without a care.
The quality time in the morning would be the fuel for exploration in the afternoon. And as the kids turned on their curiosity and dug for knowledge the remainder of the day, I would spend time deep in my work pouring into writing.
As the evening slowly approached, we would find ourselves in the kitchen. Together we would dust off the cookbooks, gather supplies, and experiment without pressure or expectation. We would transform a chore into treasured moments.
The evening would welcome daddy home and embrace him into our slow family living equation. Dance parties, tickle monsters, and bubble baths would be the order of things with bedtime as our final destination. Accepted song requests and a barricade of stuffed animals for pretend protection closes out the night.
The farmhouse we are moving to would be the curator of the slow family living. Teaching us how to utilize the outdoors and spend time together tending to the land and making new memories out of the old.
But to be honest, I’m in a season of busyness. We are moving to a new town (old to me), selling our home, and in the beginning stages of an adoption process. At first, I thought I had failed my intention for the year. How could I move forward if I’d already ruined my chances at demonstrating slow family living? But then I remembered, it’s in my control to choose how that phrase will be exemplified.
The busyness of this season is not negative. It’s the building blocks for what my family needs at this time — a home so we can grow our family through adoption. The slow family living may not look the way I had pictured above, but it can be an intentional way I interact with loved ones and can teach me to stop and notice what’s around me rather than putting my head down and tunneling into the unnecessary busyness that’s oh so familiar.
Maybe there’s a goal or intention you’ve set for the year that you feel like you’ve already failed. I challenge you to shift your perspective and figure out how to make it fit into your reality. Give yourself grace and don’t consider your resolution a loss already.