I seriously can't believe it's already 2016. How does that even happen? We're already 12 days in and I still for the life of me can't seem to remember to write 2016 instead of 2015 when writing the date out... Thankfully I've gotten really good at turning my 5's into 6's. I'm crazy talented like that.
I always love the beginning of a new year... I love the familiar rhythms and routines it brings after the chaos of the holidays... I love the idea of fresh starts and clean calendars... I love new goals and untarnished resolutions...
Never mind the fact that I know none of these things last forever. I know my familiar routines will soon turn into orchestrated chaos. My clean calendar has already been filled with work travel and 3-5 year old dance classes. My untarnished resolutions will soon become a fuzzy, faded memory.
But that's okay.
For whatever reason, 2015 was tough for me. Not like super-emotional-really-intense-tough... but more of a dull-can't-quite-put-my-finger-on-it-tough. Marriage was hard this year. Parenting was hard this year. The two of those together was super hard this year. Lance and I are still very much learning how to be married AND parents together. 2015 was also a really good year. Oddly enough, it was good for the very same reasons it was hard... Lance and I are learning how to be married AND parents together.
I have been thinking a lot lately about what I want for myself and my family in 2016. I am still very much trying to navigate through the blur that was 2015, but I've decided I want my one-little-word for 2016 to be GROW.
Grow... as in stretch... as in sprout... as in growing pains... as in bloom... as in grace.
I want to grow as a mother... grow as a wife... grow in my friendships... grow as a creative... grow in my career... grow in independence... grow in dependence... grow in God...
I want to grow a lot... I want to grow a little. I want to grow a little into a lot.
I want to be satisfied in small growth... and in slow growth.
I want to remember that growth often happens a little at a time and that there are usually growing pains associated with it. But mostly I want to remember that there is always grace associated with it.
So, welcome twenty-sixteen... welcome.