Every year I resolve to write more on my blog.
Every year it gets to about now and I start to feel guilty because I haven’t lived up to my own challenge. Along with everything else that’s going on in my life and all the other challenges I set myself.
That’s a bit stupid, right? That feeling of guilt…? Thought so.
So this year I didn’t. I didn’t resolve to write more here because I’m already writing and I want to focus on finishing at least one of the few novels I have started.
I didn’t resolve to write more because I have a family that needs me first.
I didn’t resolve to write more because I’m already challenged with my Thermomix work, and I love it.
I didn’t resolve to write more because I want it to just happen naturally, rather than because I’m forcing myself and feeling guilting about it.
I didn’t resolve to write more because I know I’m already posting more with my Cookbook challenge.
And how much can I really challenge myself anyway? I like a good challenge. In fact, I would go so far as to say I thrive on it. I love the idea of smashing through a goal and the feeling of pride I get in my own work that comes with it, totally up my alley.
But where do I draw the line?
Do I challenge myself to cook new dish every week? Work out at the gym a certain amount of times a month? Write however many posts I set for myself. Finish however many chapters of my first draft I choose?
All while putting my family first and spending time with them.
In 2016, I resolve that I’m already challenged enough.
Family always comes first.
I’m already meeting challenges for work.
I’m completing my cookbook challenge, because damn it it’s the second one I’ve done and I want to actually finish it.
I want to stay healthy. Not push myself, but not fall by the wayside either. Just stay healthy.
I want to get over my hair. Or my lack of hair. And to stop letting it rule me and how I see myself and just to get the fuck over it.
Most of all I want to remind myself to be Grateful for everything we have. A stable life. Our health. Our family. Love. A roof over our head and spending money in the wallet. A holiday when we need it.
To be Grateful for life, not to challenge myself to be grateful. Just be.