23—No, not the number on a pair of "J's", but the number of days I’ve spent procrastinating the start of my new year’s resolutions: declutter, maintain a routine, eat clean, read more. This is exactly why I disagree with the concept of resolutions in the first place.
Basically, it results in additions to an already long list of ‘to-dos’ I’ve most likely already put off doing in the first place; and at the end of the first month of the new year, I feel exactly how I feel right now…unproductive.
The first day of the year came and went and I did EXACTLY what I wanted to do…absolutely NOTHING. But wait, let me clarify what nothing really means in my mind:
I woke up (hooray!)…
had my coffee…
did laundry…
tended to Bean…
walked Pepper and returned to my grandparents’ sofa.
Heaven.
Even Bean gave into the serenity of Jan 1 by taking a 4-hour nap! Score! I didn’t stress myself about yoga or writing or anything that didn’t absolutely flow with the day. And you know what? That’s exactly how I’d like the rest of my year to be—one consistent and organic flow of movement.
I often put a lot of pressure on myself to “DO” and “BE” and “GO” so it’s time to realize that being more kind to myself and realistic about how my time is allocated is the first step to a more peaceful and present existence. So here’s to a great [rest of] 2015! Ting!
xo, august & pepper