Groundhog Day. It’s like New Year’s Day, but not. December and January are just so busy in my church world job. There’s holy days, fancy music days, publication traditions that must be met, plus personal pressure to maintain some sort of holiday joy of the season, but it’s hard. Overwhelming. Consuming. It’s no time for fun. Until we get to Groundhog Day. At last no work responsibilities. No expectations. No wardrobe needed. Nothing to bake, or take, or gift. In fact, no gifts. It’s a true New Year.
And, it’s 02/02/2020. Very auspicious. I can get going on what most everyone else has already done.
I finally decided on my word of the year. Time. I’m going to filter decisions with the word Time. I’m going to try to be on time for all the things I’m not.
I’m keeping the same resolutions I always make. Make a friend, find a church, get healthy, write more.
I just finished a book that is resonating with me, even three days out from when I finished. The Likely Resolutions of Oliver Clock by Jane Riley. Oliver reminds me of me. So I don’t over explain here, let me show you some quotes from the book:
“Eventually I got up. If for nothing else but to change, to get out of my work clothes and into something more comfortable. Then I pootled around the flat, aimlessly tweaking the minutiae. Ensuring the remote controls sat parallel in a row on the coffee table, the spices were aligned in the spice rack, labels facing out, and the pictures on the wall weren’t crooked. These tasks usually gave me comfort; they were small rituals around which I could retain a feeling of order and control. But today I felt more discombobulated than I had ever been and no amount of symmetry seemed to ease it. I had basked in a momentary high and then, bam, it was over and I felt flatter than a flat-pack IKEA table.”
“I struggled to make decisions – well, not make them so much as enact them. I could make a decision in my head and even write it down in my notebook, but doing it was a different matter. I would think of all the things that could go wrong, the risks that might be involved, the possibility of failure. I feared the unknown as others are scared to eat food past its use-by date. The ‘don’t’s won over from the ‘do’s time and time again, until it seemed the natural way to be.”
Tell me you’ve never felt flatter than a flat pack IKEA box? I have. I do. Especially in December and January. And decisions. Going places. Decisions about going places. My don’ts always win over do’s all the time! Jane Riley was writing about me. Oliver wrote stuff down in a yellow notebook. Mine is white with stickers all over it. I’m excited to get going and hopeful I can take a bit of hope from Oliver and DO actual stuff. Happy Groundhog’s Day.
Pootle around if you want. I collect Groundhog stuff here: