A wise old man (my Grandpa Bud) once had his own punny “mottos” for each year of his life. Particularly as it was coming to a close, but for as long as I can remember, he was letting everyone (and if you knew my grandpa- I literally mean EVERYONE) know his outlook for the year set ahead of him. These mottos always rhymed and truly portrayed his positive outlook on life as a whole. For example:
“88 and feeling great!”
“89 and feeling fine!”
“90 and awful flighty”
“91, lets have some fun”
And his final one that we, his granddaughters, most fittingly dubbed “92 and we love you!”
These grandpa-isms have been running through my head a lot recently as my thirtieth year of life comes to its end, and I begin the transition into thirty-one. Thirty was not a bad year. In fact, it was pretty great for the most part, but I’d like to put extra effort into ME this year and invest a little of my grandpa’s positivity into my day to day, my heart, and my soul.
I want thirty-one to be the year I focus on doing the things that make me happier and healthier, a better mother and wife, and overall a more Christ like Christy (because, after all, I’m named after the Big Guy).
“31, you do it hun!”
I have a tendency to rush life. Move through one task to get on to the next, always thinking about the future and not actually being in the present. I find it extremely hard to just sit and “be.” I would love to make a habit of regularly sitting on the back patio with my hubby and watching the sunset during the fall evenings. As a present to myself, I may or may not have ordered two patio chairs from Target (Happy Birthday to Me). And I may or may not be sitting in one of said chairs now, writing this, as the sun fades behind the fence. (P.S. there are fireflies in the backyard. How magical? … I’ve never noticed.)
I’d like to read more. Be it the Bible, a professional development book, a fictitious novel, or fellow mom bloggers insightful words. Reading is something I’ve always enjoyed but have not made a lot of time for over the past 6 years since having children. I couldn’t even successfully finish What to Expect When You’re Expecting. That should have been my first clue!
Besides the occasional bath bomb or special event mani/pedi, I am a pretty low maintenance gal. Most days I’m just grateful if I get the chance to pee in peace. Let’s face it though; I’m not a spring chicken any more. I’m noticing those tired mom bags under my eyes. I’m forever sporting a ponytail. My waist never bounced back to the silhouette it once had, and breastfeeding took a toll on the girls. During year thirty-one, Christy —> treat yoself!
Not only do I want to treat myself, but I also want to focus on how I treat others. I want to be a more effective communicator at work and at home. Slow down and hone in on those I love and are responsible for leading. I especially want to lead my children by example and not stretch my patience so thin.
I need to talk to God more often and not just when I need His intercession in my life. Prayers of thanksgiving are just as important! My six-year-old daughter is at a very impressionable age, and I am at the forefront of her spiritual journey and her future yearly aspirations. One day, I hope to be the wise old grandma with her own punny “mottos.”
I can almost hear my late Grandpa Bud cheering me on …