The First Week Is The Hardest

Who am I kidding? Not only is the first week the hardest, but so is the second, third, fourth…and the last.

This past week was hard in ways I can’t quite pin down. It was tough staying focused at work after all the holidays off (read: grand total of three). I never, ever, managed to stick to my plan of taking work two hours at a time to make sure I was getting enough hydration and nutrition.

I discovered that eschewing non-organic, bagged tea is going to be harder than I thought. It means my last option at Starbucks is no more. It’s too bad, because Starbucks is such a handy meeting spot. Also, I realized when I go to functions or to friends’ houses, I have to choose between accepting a chemical-laden token of friendship and camaraderie or being the person who declines in favor of her own, “superior”, stash. (Pro tip: this does not typically win people to your point of view…or to continuing friendship, either.)

(On the bright side, I fought off a cold with 10 cloves of garlic and lots of apple cider vinegar. I also made it back to the gym with my roomie. Our schedules have been quite off for a while so I’m celebrating the triumph of making a plan with her we both think we can stick to.)

I had spun out, my head filled with so many directions I NEEDED to go into, that I forgot my One Word was “Be” and not “Do”.

So I’m stepping back again, reminding myself that this year is about Being. I don’t need to strive for goals.

(With that in mind, I will be rolling out what I hope to accomplish this year at some point soon. Because as much as I’m trying to Be, I can’t help but Do as well. It’s too engrained in my nature.)

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