I sat right here a month ago and declared 2014 the year of Balance. You were here! You remember!
And no sooner did I hit “Publish” on that well-meaning vision of the upcoming, reasonably-balanced, appropriately-prioritized year than February materialized as anything but.
So here we are, March.
I belong to a Facebook group with other folks taking on the #30DayChallenge I told you about. A few weeks ago, my absence was felt (aww… thanks, guys!) and I received a friendly poke back into action. Saaaaarrraaaah… Helloooo-oooo… Good friends call you out when you need it, right?
Every spare ounce of February’s time and focus had been spent on marathon training, and I otherwise fell off the map. No #30DayChallenge to speak of. No blogging or other writing. Work. Family. Run. Sleep. Work. Family. Run. Sleep. I told myself I would get through the marathon then get things back to “normal”. Balanced, if you will.
The marathon was the first weekend of March — and oh! it’s a story! — and after that adventure (which I will share in all its cold and rainy detail very soon) I just knew I’d be ready to tackle a new challenge.
Well. I’m ready for something new. But it isn’t what I expected.
What I actually need — is a tip of the scales in the direction of some nonsense. Some easy fun. Fairly mindless, perhaps relaxing, comfort food for the soul.
So that’s my #30DayChallenge.
Do something silly or nonsensical or otherwise unproductive — every day.
Today – since I’m a few days behind the first of the month – I did two.
First, I convinced Colt to let me record his inspiring rendition of You’re a Grand Old Flag. Pure patriotic preciousness.
And then, after he went to bed and I should have been loading the dishwasher, I got out his baby book and read it from cover to cover. I can’t remember the last time I did that. I may do it again tomorrow.