This week has been one of the slowest weeks of my life in the last year. Truth? I kind of hated it. You see, I thrive on being a busy little bee.
I like to have a mild to moderate level of stress in my life at all times because it keeps me motivated. One day of nothing on the agenda, then two, then three… well, you’ll eventually find me on the couch surfing Pinterest or watching videos of cats on Buzzfeed for hours and hours. At 26 years old, I still don’t yet know how to make the most of my downtime, you see.
It’s not like there wasn’t anything to do, or that I really didn’t do anything. We started decluttering the basement and setting up the spare bedroom (as in, we no longer use an upside-down storage bin as a nightstand but an actual, real-life adult nightstand). I made some foodstuffs, like this cake, and we had visiting family over for a mid-afternoon snack time. We did some boring bank and tax prep stuff (snore) and bought paint samples and a crib for le nursery (yay!). And I did some real hard life-thinking about my 2014 and what I want it to look like (which is to say, come up with things I expect to happen and/or change that will inevitably not turn out the way I planned, but still in a perfectly agreeable manner anyway).
And yet, here I am, complaining because I didn’t feel busy enough.
I know there’s this “word of the year” thing floating around the interwebs and last year, I got so flustered by the idea of narrowing my goals down to one word that I gave up. And in some ways I’m glad I did, because I think 2013 turned out just dandy without one. But this year, I reintroduced myself to the idea — just to have more focus, more clarity on my goals. And before I let myself become flustered again by narrowing a whole year down to one word, my friend Madison came up with two words for her year. And then I realized that’s totally a thing I can do, too.