That's it, I'm doing and going to do things this year that feel good and fulfill my individual interests. Key part, I'm going to own it.
For three years, my interests have happily been...
Fitness: Playground playdates (running after our son to make sure he didn't eat sand or push another kid) and I accepted that paying for our gym membership every month was more a donation to the community
Social life: Lunch dates dubbed "Kamikaze lunches" (think three 3-year-olds "sitting" while their moms attempted to have a conversation, I mean a string of unfinished sentences)
Dream work: Desperate to not miss any family time, I worked on I Admire U until 4 am many, many nights
Why the aha moment?
Last year, I remember being totally dressed for the gym and in the parking lot, when a friend texted me to meet up for lunch. Snap. I backed up the car and drove to have lunch in my active wear. Yes, I made time for a friendship I value, but later I felt awful about skipping the me time.
Also, I remember having many days where Truman was at school and I felt lost without him. I felt paralyzed. I didn't read. I didn't exercise. I didn't catch up over the phone with dear friends. I didn't watch a guilty pleasure TV show. I waited. I sat on the couch waiting to pick our little nugget up from preschool.
Not this year. Nope. It is the Year of Me. I'm going to claim my interests. I'm not going to wait for a friend, my family, or the perfect timing. I'm setting myself free, free to be me, do me.
Fitness: I've been consistent with doing 10 minutes of yoga a day (distress my mommy parts). Major bonus: Truman and our Rottweiler do yoga with me.
Social: I am making less of a deal on meeting up with people (I've already finished listening to two audio books). I'm channeling my 20s and enjoying breakfast and lunch alone.
Dream work: I'm still struggling with this part, but I have a plan (I think).
Fun stuff: I've gotten back to mailing hand-written cards and journaling.
Three women I know are experiencing a similar mind shift. Three women are claiming their Year of Me. One friend spent 10 days on staycation reading books on finance and exploring her interest in the stock market. Another woman decided her attempts to get healthy with someone or for an occasion, wasn't working for her. She is 10 days in on the 21 Day Fix. Why? Why not.
I might be rambling, but in the year of me, I'm less perfect and more accepting that I am who I am. A woman with interests, and yes, a mom with the desire to be interesting to herself.