So here we are on January 1, the beginning of a new year, the opportunity to wipe the slate clean and start on those new goals ("resolutions" sounds daunting). And--surprise, surprise--I had a list of things to accomplish today. But we stayed up late last night welcoming in the new year. Plus the child's cold made for a sleepless what-was-left-of-the-night. So neither the brain nor the body had any inclination in aiding my neurotic need to tick off tasks.
I won't lie, I looked at that to-do list several times during the day with a twinge of anxiety. But instead of taking the decorations down, cleaning the bathrooms or even editing a few more chapters, I cooked a lentil stew, crocheted on a friend's scarf, read a book. I even watched a movie curled up on the couch with my little man and a purring cat.
And you know what? I relaxed. I enjoyed doing nothing. This might be the beginning of a new me!