December is upon us! What. The. Heck.
Where did 2015 go?
I love December. It’s always one of my favorite months of the year. The holidays are a wonderful time of celebration, my house is decked with holiday decor that I love to look at, the days are crazy short (perfect for curling up with many books in the evening) and the work is chugging along in that “gotta get this stuff done” pace that I love.
Sometimes I have an annual December existential crisis.
(Though one could argue that simply by being a massive over-thinker, I’m perpetually in a massive existential crisis. At least I have been since I graduated college)
The crisis is usually due to the fact that the year ends and my birthday occurs within just 9 days of one another. January feels like a sparkly, magical clean slate. A new year in my life, a new year on the calendar, let’s make some magic.
I wasn’t sure what the heck I wanted to write about this morning, so I sat down and started writing in my Day Designer, planning my day/week.
I mistakenly flipped to the front section, which has a bunch of worksheets that I completed last January – stuff like what are you dreams for life and what is your purpose and what not.
These worksheets are fun to look at. I peak at them regularly throughout the year. Sometimes I check things off as I accomplish them of cross them off as I realize that I had no love for that particular goal or idea any longer.
Usually when December sets in, I panic that I haven’t reached enough of my goals.
This year, I’d say I’m batting at about .500 for goals.
Most of my goals for this year were financial and while I did reach some of them, I also bought a house in the middle of the year, which really threw a number of them off (but I don’t regret that – it just wasn’t something I predicted happening at the start of this year).
That last part is probably the best thing I need to remember when I look back on goals I set at the start of the year. There is a lot of things that happen in life that you can’t predict or plan for.
I didn’t plan for my house to get robbed or my blog to get hacked or to be super stressed out a work for several months in a row. Those things sucked.
But I also didn’t plan to take three trips with my awesome family this year, or to buy a house that I really love, or to adopt Sadie and Kona. And those things rocked.
So I suppose what I’m saying here is this:
Let’s make sure we enjoy the end of the year. Even if we haven’t reached our goals for 2015.
Because chances are good that a lot of great things happened that we couldn’t have predicted and those things would have been great goals, had we known to plan for them.
Here’s to 31 more days of 2015 and making the absolute best of them.