The new year was no surprise, of course. I’d been planning for a couple of weeks. This was going to be a year of changes in my life. My word for 2014 was purpose-driven–something that had been lacking in 2013. After praying for my word, I began to make goals and discuss changes with my husband. We were in complete agreement. January 1 came, and we celebrated the new year with smiles and hope.
And by Jan 3, all the hope and excitement drained away. It started with an innocent cough. That cough brought sinus issues, fever, stomach issues, and fatigue with it. Then my daughters caught it. If my youngest’s ER diagnosis was accurate for the rest of us, we had really bad colds AND the flu AND bronchitis. As an asthmatic, colds and bronchitis can be especially bad. I was in bed for a week. The kind of “in bed” that required my husband to take off work to care for the kids and I. After that, I tried to get back to normal, but, although the flu had taken the fever and stomach issues and fled, the cold and bronchitis insisted on vacationing in my body awhile longer.
The house was a mess.
I was behind in my work.
Homeschooling wasn’t even a blip on the domestic radar.
Here we are, 17 days later, and I’m feeling much more like myself. I still have a lingering cough and a headache that continues to rear its ugly head. Yay!
All my plans–all my hopes for change–all of it fell apart before I even had the chance to start.
I look at everything that was supposed to happen this month, and two things happen: I get overwhelmed at all the catching up I need to do, and I get depressed at the complete and utter failure I was this month.
Now, in my head, I know it’s not my fault. I didn’t plan to get sick. And it wasn’t your normal, everyday cold where I could just push through and get stuff done. I needed to take the time to recover, so I wouldn’t relapse and be out even longer (that’s just the way my body is). Still, I look back at the month and can’t help but feel like I failed. I think it’s because I had built up the new year so much in my mind. THIS was going to be the year we did everything we kept putting off.
I keep telling myself that it’s just a set back. Sure, we weren’t able to implement any of our changes before I got sick, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t start now. The nice thing about yearly goals is that we have a year to make it happen. If we can’t start, or fall of track, we have 12 months or 52 weeks or 365 days to get it right.
Yeah, 365 days. That’s enough time to get it right. Right?
How are you doing with your goals so far?