by Becky, Mozart, Picasso and A Princess
I’m tired. That’s actually a step up from exhausted, which was a step up from “can’t-put-one-foot-in-front-of-the-other-one-more-time.” Tired is not too bad!
And then came the new year. I knew I wanted to tackle this year differently – be more focused rather than feeling so reactionary. I have plans for this year. I plan to do more than “exist to drive to the next appointment”. I’ve planned things I want to do. No real big plans, but last year, I gave up on plans.
I’ve lived through the ups & downs and ins and outs of the last year.
As I consider the year ahead, as I’ve made a few plans (because I’m still too scared to make “many” plans), I’m starting to realize a common thread among the plans.
Every plan, every goal I have in mind (the few I’m starting with) deal with peace. I didn’t plan it that way. I planned to handle this year differently. But I didn’t realize that, I guess subconsciously, I was looking for peace. Not peace as in “the absence of strife” but more along the lines of tranquility.
I am so eager for the year ahead. I feel like I can invest more in all of my family, not just in the one who needs everything. I think because we tackled most everything last year, there won’t be *as* much to do this year. There’s still therapy, there’s an IEP meeting soon, a doctor appointment in the spring, plus stuff for my other two amazing children. But this year, I know that it won’t be as hectic as last year.
I’m not planning any big projects. I’m planning to light a candle, drink a cup of tea, knit a little more, listen to some music, laugh a little more, and hopefully spend more time with friends. I’m planning to sleep more than 4-6 hours each night.
I’m searching for peace because last year it was hard to come by. I seem to be seeking it out without even realizing it. I’m looking forward to a dramatic change of pace. I realize this year won’t be easy and things will come up that I’m not yet prepared for, but I’m planning for peace.
Grab your favorite mug, pour some coffee or tea, sit down, put your feet up and join me. I could use some support in this journey. You’re with me, right?
Let’s start here: Islesford Dock, on Little Cranberry Island, in Bar Harbor, Maine. This is one of my favorite places – Tim & I have been here twice. You get there by boat, have a delightful dinner and head back as the sun is setting. It’s perfect.
Becky lives near Philadelphia, PA. She is married to Tim and they are parents to 3 children – two boys and one girl. Her second son, “Picasso”, has Sensory Processing Disorder along with an Asperger Syndrome diagnosis. Picasso loves making art using various mediums and sometimes chooses to sneak Sharpies for use on surfaces in the home (read: bathroom cabinet, doors, walls, lightswitches, etc.). She blogs about special needs, homeschooling, and family life at www.paintingwithpicasso.blogspot.com . Becky also enjoys coffee, reading, music, knitting, and is working hard at taking better care of herself, in order to care better for her family!