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New Years came and went this year and I could not bring myself to make a resolution for the year 2017. I don’t think I was able to put into words the things I wanted to put into action.
2017 will be the year of family for me. I pledge to try and let things go. I realize that some situations, other people, and things are out of my control. I must just let the water run off of this duck’s back. I aim to be more dynamic with my family. I hope to give my baby patience and learning opportunities in everyday life. I want for my husband to feel my love and take the time to be in the moment with him. I strive to get back to work. Real doula work. Birth work. I long to hold a woman’s hand as she becomes a mother, to educate a family along their journey. I aim to dip my toes back into this world with the new eyes of a mother, ready. That’s all. My vague, simple goals for the year. I say push-posh to those measurable goals. I can’t measure my desire to make time and love for my family. I can’t measure my desire to help other families as they become parents, and I can’t measure my reduced anxiety. I hope in the December 2017 I can look back and think the same thought I do about my 2016: what a good year. Enjoy January everyone!
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