It’s unreal how the symbolic turning of the calendar gave much such immense gratitude, but truly I was so glad to welcome 2018. I might have cried at midnight. If you want me to explain why, I will not be able to. I just needed to let all the emotion that has been welling up inside of me out. I did, and I was ready for January 1, 2018.
The beginning of a new year is always marked by college applications, and this year is no exception. It’s been moreso than usual since I’ve been the college advisor at one of my schools. IN the six years that I’ve been doing this, colleges have moved their deadlines, which helps prevent the common application from crashing, but it also creates more deadlines and makes the application process longer for me. Typically, by now, most applications (but for January 15 deadlines) would be done, allowing a bit of respite. No such luck this year.
Yet, in spite of all the work, I’m feeling good-ish. I was finally able to leave the house this week. I went to a HIIT class and a yoga class. I started a new calendar. And, I finished my 101 in 1001 list, thanks to encouragement from Brianne and Stephanie. Since I don’t journal the same way I used to, I don’t make resolutions. I tried to do something different last year and choose a word of the year, and it lasted three months. Still, I liked the intentionality of it. (No pun intended.) The word that kept coming back to me for 2018 was balance. I initially laughed at myself for even entertaining that idea. I’m terrible at balance, and I think everyone who reads here knows that.
Yet, at some point this week, I realized that balance isn’t achieving the perfect life. It’s living by one of the quotes I loved in college.
“You have to take the good with the bad, smile with the sad.
Love what you’ve got, and remember what you had.
Always forgive, but never forget.
Learn from your mistakes but never regret.
People change, things go wrong, but just remember life goes on.”
So, all of these things (acknowledging that days come with highs and the lows, recognizing that we’re all perfectly imperfect, and that sometimes the best and only thing we can do sometimes is try), is part of balance. To that I say…
(may you involve balance)
(In the spirt of balance, my 101 in 1001 list is divided up into sections and oddly ended up fairly balanced itself. This wasn’t intentional First W of the year? I’ll take it.)