Over the last few years, many plans I made did not come to pass. For example, last year I didn’t attend the annual Mid-Michigan Writers’ retreat. I made a point to do so this year. Last year, when a good friend moved to nearby Gladwin, I suggested we meet up and spend some time in her new town. A year later, we finally did just that. I need to do … more. More of what makes me happy, more of what matters. A little over a week ago, I made last minute plans to spend the weekend with my mom, aunt, and my sister and her family to attend a memorial service for one of my great uncles. I ended up getting to see members of my family that I haven’t seen in years. I made wonderful memories with my sister, aunt, mom, and nephews. What if I had missed that? It made me realize that I need to make time for the people that matter in my life.
Every year, I seem to get into the Christmas spirit later and later. If I am honest, I tend to get depressed right before Christmas. It always seems to be a combination of things, including the fact that my birthday is the week before. No matter how hard I try, I tend to fall into a funk. It is overwhelming, it is emotional, and it tends to highlight just how vastly different my life is from everyone else’s in my family. The thing is, somehow, I tend to snap out it once the festivities get going around December 23rd. I am convinced the antidote is simply more: plan more time with family, start new traditions, get an earlier start on decorations, maybe bake (I can’t believe I just wrote that). Do it all.
None of this, of course, is an original idea. Heck, there is an entire book called Year of Yes by Shonda Rhimes (yes, that Shonda Rhimes) that describes what can happen to your life by embracing this idea. I haven’t read it yet, but I will soon. I am already taking the idea to heart. We will see where it goes! There are many possibilities and many events on the horizon. Stay tuned!