I’m finally giving up. I’m flying the white flag. I’m done with resolutions. Loosing weight, eating better, exercising more, getting organized, not procrastinating, quit this, start that, on and on and on.
They’re always the same, year after year, because I never manage to get past the month of January.
What? You too?
But there’s a new trend I’ve picked up on that I think I’m going to try. It’s picking a banner word for the year. A word you want to focus on. A word to exemplify your life, or what you’d like to work your life towards. A sort of theme for living, if you will.
Some really good ones I saw out in the blogosphere last January, when I first encountered the idea, include “celebrate,” “rest,” “believe,” “patience,” “change” and “experience.”
I considered using “calm,” but with a four-year-old and two-year-old in the house I decided that wasn’t realistic.
I kind of liked “coffee,” but that’s already a theme anyway.
Finally, I settled on “grace.”
It’s a small word, but spring loaded with impact. It’s everything from elegance – which I could definitely use more of, oh so much more of – to forgiveness, kindness and charity. I have a hunch that the latter produces the former (think Audrey Hepburn or Princess Di) but I haven’t actually made much of an attempt to try the theory out. Until now.
Until I sat down and thought about how little grace I feel I exercise in my life. And how much I need – to give and receive.
I want grace when I’m tired and cranky and up to here with kids that are tired and cranky and up to here with it.
I want grace when the two-year-old drops buttons down the heat register, when my husband accidentally breaks my favourite cup, when there’s more food under the table than in the tummies, and when the kids chase each other around and around the kitchen island while I’m trying to prepare supper, shrieking at the top of their lungs the entire time.
I want grace when, at the end of the day, I beat myself up for my shortcomings, as a mother and as a person.
I want grace when someone cuts me off in traffic or cuts in front of me in the coffee shop line. Grace for them, and grace for me.
Some people seem to be born with grace (think Audrey Hepburn or Princess Di). It seems to come so easy for them. Me? I’m a “have the last word,” “told ya so,” kinda girl. Very graceless.
But I’m hoping that, if I surround myself with this word – write it in my agenda, put it in a pretty font and an attractive frame and set it on my desk, engrave it in silver and hang it around my neck – then maybe it will start to seep in.
Help me to be the bigger person. Let it go. Hug more and holler less. Speak in slow, soothing tones. Remember that everyone makes mistakes, even me.
That’s a lot of resolutions wrapped up in one small, somewhat antiquated word.
I just hope I can carry them of with, well, a bit of grace.
– Words by Lori-Anne Poirier
– Image from Pinterest