I usually avoid making resolutions for the new year, mainly because I know I won't keep them.
But this year I feel a gentle tug on that part of my soul that manages my motivation, and I just can't ignore it.
So. This year, I'd like to keep my eyes open. I know there is so much happening around me that I just don't take the time to see. So much more beauty to witness. So much more thanks to give. So much more joy to receive.
But. Stress and fear and negative thinking get in the way most of the time. My eyes cloud up with them, and I glaze on past these gems more often than not. Tiny gifts dug into the ordinary, mundane moments in my life. If only I could find them, brush the soil off of them and let them glimmer for a bit.
How amazing would that be? How much brighter would life look? How much more contentment would I find?
I think I'd like to find out.
This past year was my first consistent year of blogging and my first full year of motherhood. I've been learning a lot about myself and about my weaknesses. I started this blog to help me keep my eyes open, to help me see the beauty around me and in this work I do of raising a tiny soul. But so often I let other things muddle these purposes. Sometimes I think what I'm doing just isn't good enough. Sometimes I feel so inadequate because I can't keep up with others who are doing things that shine a bit more brightly than the things I'm doing.
I was looking through my old journal the other day and read something I wrote a while back:
What if I tried...being gracious with myself when I make mistakes and being humble enough to accept that maybe right now I don't accomplish something glorious and bright, dazzling the eyes of others, but instead I am little by little steadily collecting tiny pieces of glory so that when I'm done, I will have made something quite stunning.
But in the meantime, it's hard to see.
And isn't this just as meaningful and purposed as the electric type of glory?
I have to think so.
The truth is, others may not think so. They may wonder what it is that I'm doing as I stumble over there and pick up one little piece and then find another piece as I do the laundry or wash the dishes or clean my baby's bottom over and over.
In this coming year, I'd like to strive toward noticing these pieces of glory. I'd like to pick them up and put them in a safe place.
And I'd like to realize that these pieces are, indeed, quite stunning when seen in the proper light.
So in whatever we do, whether it's motherhood or careers or marriage or singleness or walking with God or writing or running or knitting or learning or stumbling...
Let's resolve to do it for the beauty, for the glory of it all this year.
Even if it's bit by beautiful bit.
Are you with me?
*I'm planning to do a better job at capturing these moments of beauty and thankfulness with a camera. Feel free to follow me on Instagram to help keep me accountable and to share your moments with me! Life is definitely better lived together.*