That time of the year when one looks at the year in retrospect.
And thinks of plans or resolutions or mottoes or slogans for the forthcoming year.
Mary has a post about trying to synthesize our resolutions down to a word or two.
I like that. Simple. Maybe even do-able. Maybe I will defy the paradox of blogging by being able to blog about a resolution and then actually keep it.
So, when I read Mary’s post, what word-instead-of-a-resolution popped into my mind?
I love my family and friends and others but don’t always show it overtly. Or even express it overtly. I am a sarcastic b**ch.
This I want to work on…
Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love….
Lord, grant that I might not so much seek to be loved as to love….
St Francis of Assisi
But, as I said at Lean But Not Mean, the moment I set a challenge is the moment I start to panic. Think I will fail. Want to rebel.
….Reading Half-Assed but she seems so darn good all the time – always eating well and working out hard. Damn, that is how she lost 200 pounds whereas I am more of a bit here, a bit there person. Yes, I lost 80 pounds over a long-ish period but my biggest fear is ~ will I continue to stay there?? Will I get fat again?? Feel like there is a fat lazy person inside always struggling to get out…
JANUARY As I mentioned at Lean But Not Mean, I don’t do goals well. Or resolutions.I get stressed.Instead, I do mottoes and/or themes.
Greg and I went to Mass this morning, brought home blessed candles for our table. I lit the candles and read of Candlemas to the kids…And we looked at the fresco for today in our Saints book.
JUNE Can you believe it is June already? I can’t! lol! Each month we try to put things on the bulletin board, things that reflect that month’s activities or focus. The liturgical year. Interests. Items to strew.It is a relaxed form of homechool/unschool planning, and of broadcasting to the family, and to others, our doings.
OCTOBER Upon laying down of arms .If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country,I never would lay down my arms o never o never o never!—Pitt,William, 1st Earl of Chatham known as the ElderIn my life, I can find it hard to lay down my arms. To surrender myself, my desires, particularly with regard to my vocation as a wife and mother. I tend to be like the first Earl of Chatham, mentally shouting never, never, never! Or, usually, in my mind, Sh*t, Sh*t, Sh*t! I am so holy.
This starts at the evening meal on the Saturday before the first Sunday in Advent with the blessing of the wreath. (One person is designated to say the prayers, following which various members of the family light the candles. )