About 5 or 6 years ago my family started a New Year’s Eve tradition where we go out to one of our favorite local restaurants for dinner and read our “Memories Jar.” It’s a jar that we fill over the course of that year with all kinds of things we deem “jar worthy.” Lost teeth, a raise, a family vacation, the air conditioner breaking in the middle of August…you get the idea. Some are fun memories, some are sad but we all enjoy taking the time to remember the things that could so easily be forgotten in the chaos of our lives.
After we finish reading the memories we make a new list of things we’d like to do/see/accomplish for the coming year. For example, each year one thing that is always on my list is “Be better at the laundry.” I am notorious for forgetting it’s been sitting downstairs in the washer for 2 days. (Anyone else? No? Just me? Ok, moving on.) Then, in an effort to avoid that stinky smell, I just run it again in hopes I won’t forget for the second time. When my husband sweetly asks, “Do I have any underwear?” I know I’ve failed. So each year, I commit to being better at remembering and my husband just laughs.
Another entry on my list this year was to publish 12 blog posts. I almost didn’t write it down because I really didn’t want to commit to it. I figured if it wasn’t in writing then I could let myself off the hook and give in to laziness. There is a fear to starting something like this. “Who will want to read it?” “Do I have anything of value to say?” However, I forced myself to write it down and here I am. My intention was to do one post a month. That seemed like a reasonable goal. Not overly zealous but also not erring on the side of being a slacker either. Well, with each day of January passing I was all too aware that I had not done anything to kick-start this goal. Frankly, it should have been the opposite, right? I mean, January is when everything is fresh and new. We have clean calendars we can’t wait to fill and New Years resolutions we’re gung-ho to start. I should have been seeking time to sit and write but I didn’t. I kept finding other things were fighting for my time and attention and I let them win.
I follow a guy named Jon Acuff on Facebook. He’s a New York Times Bestselling author and speaker. His focus is on encouraging people to pursue their goals, whatever they may be. Every now and again he offers a course called the 30 Days of Hustle Challenge. I have never purchased it so I can’t speak to all that it offers but the idea is to take action on a goal that you have set for yourself. It could be to start a new business, lose weight, change jobs, train for a marathon, start a blog (hehe) or whatever else you’ve been putting off. Anyway, since I follow him I’m always seeing his encouraging words to people to focus on reaching their goals. When I’m feeling lazy, I quickly scroll past him. (Haha) However, it’s always in the back of my mind that I need to just stop being lazy and do when I set out to do. I can’t let fear of uncertainty or failure stop me and neither can you.
So here is post #1 of 12. It’s a little late but…Happy New Year! (If Jon and I were real friends, I’d like to think he’d high-five me or something.) What about you? What have you wanted to do but have allowed yourself to continuously put off? Write it down. Put it on a piece of paper and hang it on your fridge. Or write it on a sticky note and put it on your bathroom mirror. Set an alarm on your phone. Do something. The days are going to pass by regardless of whether you do something or not but wouldn’t it be nice to have something to show for it?
I gotta run…the washing machine just buzzed. 😉