One Step at a Time

Often, as I enter a new year, I feel the weight of every resolution I make. I’ve tried calling them “goals” to make them seem less burdensome, but in the end, I feel like a piano is hanging over my head ready to drop as soon as I fail. Following through with resolutions is difficult for me. I start out strong but then putter out about 2 weeks later. In the end, the piano (a.k.a. guilt) flattens me like a pancake. 

In theory, to form a good plan, you need to set small goals on your way to the big goal like a step ladder. I’ve known this for all long time, but the concept didn’t fully sink in until I read Kayla one of her stories. Although my daughter didn’t understand anything beyond the illustrations, I had a powerful “ah-ha!” moment.

In Ben’s Big Picture, Ben wants to make a work of art for his grade school’s wall. Unfortunately he knows he is lazy at times and is afraid the principal won’t choose him due to this flaw. He is determined to become more “reliable and organized.” I related to this fictional boy immediately being a procrastinator myself.

Ben must also execute a plan for his art project to be done in a month. He sits down with a blank monthly calendar, but no ideas come, and he just doodles in the first day’s square. Soon he realizes that the drawing he made in day one could be part of a bigger picture. He draws on the entire calendar until every day is covered. Then he sees that if he divided the work and painted each day’s portion on the correlating day, he’d have the project completed in exactly one month. I thought, “I should do that!” Here I’m reading to my toddler, and God is using a children’s book to reach me. Wow.

Ecclesiastes 7:8 says, “Finishing is better than starting…” There is no point to my jotting down a first chapter without eventually having a last one. No agent will pick up unfinished work. The summer I worked at Wal-Mart, I ran with a few coworkers every week. Running long distance is not my forte, but one guy advised me to make tiny goals. I’d see a mailbox a couple yards away and set my sights on it. Then, once I passed the mailbox, I’d find another marker to focus on. Before I knew it, I had run the whole way without stopping.

Keep this in mind as you seek to accomplish this year’s resolutions. The big picture may seem overwhelming, but little steps are far more manageable.  Pray for me. With most of my hats having a least one goal each, I will need to do a lot of high-quality planning.

Hats off to you, my friend. I will write again, but until then...

hang on to your hat! ;-)

All Natural

Lately I’ve been on an all-natural kick. I’ve bought unbleached flour, tried to limit my processed food intake and started making more from scratch. My Suzy Homemaker hat is a little lopsided, but I’ll wear it occasionally. That being said, I’m also lazy and won’t go too far out of my way to be healthy. For example, I know I could technically make my own cream of [fill in the blank] soups but Campbell is so much easier. If I didn’t have ten or so other hats to wear, maybe I’d spend all day in the kitchen creating masterpieces, but right now I simply don’t have the time.

Likewise, my vanity shelf is as unnatural as they come. Even my curls are chemically produced. I have not gone down the no-poo road, nor will I. I cover my hair and face with all sorts of creams and products that contain components I can’t pronounce, let alone know what they are. However, in a world of natural versus artificial, I want more than anything that my faith be 100% natural. 

The other day I was shopping for Christmas gifts and lost my cell phone. I had stupidly kept my phone in my back pocket, and the jeans I was wearing were the stretchy kind (you know, 99% spandex). While comparing playdough sets, Kayla decided she’d have some fun with mommy and threw her sippy cup beneath a shelf. I bent over to pick it up, and my cell phone popped out.

I only realized my phone’s absence when I was checking out. Panicking, I tossed the merchandise I planned to buy back into my cart and started searching the store. Not finding it in the bathroom or where I’d retrieved Kayla’s sippy cup, I went to customer service and asked if someone had turned in my phone. Praise Jesus, someone did! In fact, when the employee handed me my phone, I even said, “Praise Jesus!” The words naturally flowed from my lips. The lady scoffed a bit at my exclamation, and at first I couldn’t figure out why. Then the sad truth sunk in; not everyone knows Jesus.

I’ve mentioned before how my faith is really the hat rack on which all my hats hang. I’d like to think that my faith shines through all parts of my life. My cousin teases me sometimes and says, “Your Christian is showing.” Like the time my conscience got the better of me, and I felt compelled to return a refrigerated item we’d decided not to buy back to the refrigerated area. Joking aside, I was not insulted by this statement. I mean, I sure hope my Christian is showing!

Is yours?

Hats off to you, my friend. I will write again, but until then...

hang on to your hat! ;-)