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jan, 2019

Here we are, another year beginning....

Goals: finish all the things.

No really, get things from the "sort of started" or "almost done" phase into the "finished, crossed off the list" category.

Put down the phone, stop scrolling the news and social media, and get the things done.

When that third baby came along, I left my teaching job, and have been staying "at home" to enjoy the time with the little ones, take care of the house, have an "easier" time with logistics, etc.  It has been wonderful and fun and I've enjoyed it thoroughly.  Also, it has made me feel crazy how little I have been able to accomplish of my own goals and projects around the house.

So this year, 2019, through about May, when the littlest littles stop going to nursery school, my goal is to finish all the things.

In order to accomplish this, I'm planning to stop using my "free" mornings to tend to the house, and start using my "free" mornings to do my projects.  I'm going to stop vacuuming, laundering, cooking, grocery shopping, etc. on my "free" mornings, and incorporate those tasks, somehow, into the mornings that the "baby" is at home with me. The house might fall apart.  It might not.  I might not spend hours just watching him play, but that's ok too.  Yes, he will only be little for a little while.  No, I will not miss everything just because I need to fold a load of laundry while he is home with me.

There have been lots of things that have come up over the past year and a half that I've been home that have been much easier to participate in and take care of than they would have been if I were trying to balance personal time with work.  However, freedom isn't free!  And it is time for me to find a new job (school year 2019-20, I'm looking at you) and get motivated to get back into a regular routine. 

So, goal for the first half of 2019: finish all the things.  Start them, too, if they were already in the queue.  Try really hard not to add extra things into the queue.  Don't buy any more crafting materials unless they are directly involved in completing an already-begun project.  Spend more time off the phone, and more time doing the things that help me feel accomplished.


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