It is January 1st, 2019. Last night (this morning), a friend and I rang in the New Year in sweats with a funny movie, an episode of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, and plates full of yummy snacks. And a flute or two of bubbly pink moscato. 😉
I was in bed by about 1:30 a.m. and read for a bit. I am working through Sophie Hannah’s (relatively) new Poirot mysteries, which I am enjoying immensly:
At 2 a.m., as I was shutting off the lamp on my bedside table, I heard one of my friend’s daughters come home safely and head to bed. Always a reassuring sound.
Then I woke up at 7 a.m. with pain in my right jaw. (This is on-going, so I won’t go into details here.) I got up and cleaned my friend’s kitchen. Dishes are done, counters wiped, coffee pot ready to go for the morning.
A nice calm way to start off the year. And hopefully, coming down to an empty sink and dishes drying in the drainer will help my friend start the year right too.
Now, on to the business at hand.
2018 brought some changes to my life, with a job promotion and a move to a different state. Given the rather political nature of my job and the agency I work for, what happens every day in Washington, D.C., often affects me and/or my job directly. I cannot get away from it. People tell me to not worry about things I can’t control. That is just a load of bear poop, in my opinion. Of course I should worry. I am forced on furlough and will be without steady income for the near future. Through no fault of my own. This is my life!
But as I was reviewing some of the steps I have laid out for myself in my new bullet journal, I found that I do have one bit of peace: I have the start of a plan. My plan is NOT new year’s resolutions, but more like specific steps and a roadmap, with clearly defined end goals. I just need to have the courage to wake up every day and take one step.
Towards everything I am visualizing for 2019, regardless of the quagmire surrounding me.
One step to start rising above.
One step forward every day.