A Line in the Sand
I am typically sceptical of the euphoria of a year year – as if somehow, magically, all the disappointments of the previous year will vanish and the changing of a digit on the calendar can bring with it something different.
Amidst this sceptisism, I saw a facebook status by Gary Rivas pointing out that a new year helps us draw a line in the sand. I realized then that the euphoria has nothing to do with the changing of a number, but everything to do with the permission we give ourselves. It’s a permission to renew. To reboot. To restart.
Permission to hope.
Permission to restore.
Permission to change things.
Permission to re-prioritize.
Permission to be who we have’t had the strength to be.
So happy 2015, friends and family. As you read this, you may or may not have set some finite new years resolutions. Either way is fine. But do give yourself permission to start again. To do it better. Or, just to do it at all.
Do I have resolutions? Well… As I spent a few minutes thinking about the disappointments of 2014 and imagining what could look better in 2015, the main thought that drives me is this… “It is what it is”. This may, to most of you, seem like the most obvious, uninspired statement you have heard this year (see what I did there?). But – for one who always wants to control every minute details of everything, the mantra “it is what it is” is foreign.
It’s raining so our beach holiday is a fail, right? No. It is what it is. An opportunity to get back into gym while it’s still quiet; play scrabble; take Seth on drives to see the cows.
I forgot my connector to connect my Mac to the projector at the church I’m preaching at Sunday. Disaster right? No. It is what it is. It’s just means I have to relax and let someone else control my presentation from the back.
It’s an hour past Seth’s bedtime and he wants to come sit and watch TV with us. Problem right? No. It is what it is. Bedtimes are over rates anyway.
So this is my resolution for 2015 – to not sweat the small stuff. And, even the big stuff if possible. We could all aim for less stress. More smiles. More time doing what we want to do, less time trying to compensate for someone else’s bad planning. More time doing what we know is important to God, less time trying to keep a hard-to-please boss happy. More time spending quality time with our families doing “nothing”, less time trying to plan something that ends up taking more time to plan than it does to enjoy.
And camping. More camping.