at this point, it’s an insult to dumpster fires.

I’m sure I don’t have to say anything at this point about 2016 and what it’s meant for all of us.  I mean.  Really.  The loss after loss of beloved people.  The fear around every corner of what’s happened to the world and what can happen when a megalomaniac is given a microphone and pointed at millions of poor, gullible people.  Yes.  It is all bullshit.  Yes.

Sure, the click from 2016 to 2017 is nothing.  It’s a calendar, it’s a human invention, doesn’t mean much – the Earth spins just as it always did and we go on just as we always have.  But the symbolic nature of a new year shouldn’t be overlooked at this point.  Rather than being the type of fresh start where you go buy some workout pants you swear you’ll use and throw out the junk food, honestly, 2017 has the potential to be a real moment for the Western world where we take a collective breath and go, okay.  What’s important now?  What can we do as individuals and as a society?

Politically, lots.  There’s still lots to do.  When the losing candidate gets almost 3 million more votes than the winner, you can bet your ass there are enough people out there to make a difference.  So that’s not to be overlooked by any means.

But for the individual, for my family, for our small circle.  What to focus on?  I’ve been thinking about this all December.  What will it be for me?

Health.  Not just eating a salad sometimes, but real health.  Mental health – getting my anxiety dealt with for the first time in my life.  I was kidding myself with the notion I had it under control, but 2016 sure as shit proved me wrong.  That’s a priority on my list.  Also yeah, eating better.  We can all stand to eat a little better, right?  Mine manifests with the idea of cooking more.  I want to cook more, much more.  I like cooking, my family likes my cooking, and there’s no reason for me not to do it.

Time & Routine.  The amount of shit going on in this family this year is staggering, and it’s only going to increase as I take on more unpaid shit (it’s inevitable, really).  I have some really detailed scheduling in place to try.  We’ll see if it works.

Love and Kindness.  I’m working hard on being a gentler parent.  I know my kiddo loves me and knows I love her, but I could be so much better, and I will be.  Three years old is a rough time, although my kid is as awesome as could be.  This is one I know for sure will work, but it’s a personal goal for myself to do it.

Work.  I have a real goal in place for something in 2019, although I feel a little pulled in various directions right now.  I’m hoping to tweak that into something more doable.  In the meantime, I have told myself that I’ll be sitting the IBCLC exam in the fall of 2019, and there’s quite a bit to do to prepare for that.  But I’m well motivated.  By the time M graduates in the early summer of 2019, I’ll be ready to rent an office and set up private practice wherever we go, which is so exciting it hurts.

Badass Womanitude.  Something every month to further the badassitude of my kid.  My strong, confident, perfect girl who will be a force of nature as a woman.  I’m calling this the Leia Project.  For obvious reasons.

I’m going to do a monthly check-in about these goals, cause accountability, man – it matters.

Okay, 2017 – ready for you.

– M