I am a planner.
I am a list maker and checker off-er.
I get shit done. Slow and steady.
This year I have the same planner I have (not) used the last several years. I start out just fine and then . . . I stop. Why would that be?
I gave it some time in meditation and long cold walks with Dexter and I had a glint of insight.
The planner ends up being for everyone else's plans. The kids' schedules, Eric's schedule, even the frigging vet appointments make MY planner. But not my own plans, my hopes, my deep desires and passionate longings. Somehow along the way, I stopped planning my life despite getting the planner.
This is how I know this year will be different for me. I'm taking back planning my life. I'm putting myself into my own planner. My hopes, desires, wants, needs, passions.
How am I doing?
2 days in and I feel like I can live out the desires of my heart and the practice that makes my soul sing. My planner is divided with family stuff and my stuff with a strong balance. Some days will be kid heavy and some days will be Renee heavy with every day filled with love--and so it is.