One year out
It’s that time of year again. My birthday is coming up next week, and I am sitting here thinking about both the year that is ending and the year ahead. The past year has been an interesting one to say the least. Losing a job that I loved, only to find a job even closer to home that I love just the same. Watching my son grow and change every. single. day. Watching my wife loving her role as a mom. So much has happened since my last birthday, and I am quite certain that I could not have predicted most of what took place.
This year, in an effort to exercise control in the world around me (yeah, right), I want to set some goals for the things I would like to accomplish before my next birthday. This shouldn’t be too hard, right? In my line of work, I am constantly writing goals for my students. I have to put myself in the mindset of being one year out, so surely I can do the same for me.
Here goes nothing. One of the areas I want to work on this upcoming year is being in better shape. (Everybody says that, right?) I am not at all proud of where I’m at physically, and I want to do better. I want to get back into running and stick with it. I want to get a few 5Ks under my belt again. I want to get my belt out from under my gut again. Keep your eyes out (or your eyes covered) for a post in the coming days about how I’m looking and feeling. Maybe I’ll use this blog as a place to be accountable (even if only to myself).
Another area I’d like to focus on is ORGANIZATION. This is like me saying, “This year, I’d like to learn to be right-handed.” Maybe not the most likely thing to happen, but I would at least like to improve.
I’d like to write a song or two this year. It used to be that I was writing them all the time. Then life happened, I guess, and I felt like I didn’t have anything to write about. We’ll see. (I think I just get hung up on not wanting to write crappy songs, but that’s another post for another day.)
Perhaps the most important thing I want to work on this year is my walk with Christ. It used to be that I was one of those hair-on-fire Jesus people, often to the detriment of anyone who might cross my path with a viewpoint different than mine. Now, I feel that the pendulum has swung much to the other end. Not that I’ve lost faith, but that I am so concerned with not offending or upsetting others that I often skirt around discussions about faith. Either way, it’s not a place that I want to be. I need to do some more reading. I need to do some more thinking. I need to do some more praying. I know that my son watches everything I do and soaks it all up. I need to live out my relationship with Christ in a way that is a visible example for him. No pressure, right?
There you have it. One year out. At least it’s a leap year. I’m probably going to need that extra day.