The boys are in bed. My head is starting to clear. I can almost hear myself think. Almost. My mother-in-law told me that she once asked one of her children to go in his room and talk to his bear for a while. She seemed to feel bad about it, but I thought it was brilliant. Unfortunately, Manchild doesn’t have a bear to talk to. And Squish was sleeping in his room, so that was out too. I asked him to please be quiet, just for a little while. So, for a little while he very quietly asked me how much longer before he could talk again. Hahaha.
But that is neither here nor there. What I really wanted to talk about was progress. It’s on everyone’s mind, I’m sure. A new year, a new you — improved and upgraded. We talked about personal progress in church yesterday, about moving forward, having hope, achieving goals. It made me think that I shouldn’t let my past dictate my future. I shouldn’t be afraid to try to change, even if I am satisfied with the way things are. Sometimes being satisfied doesn’t mean things are the way they should be.
On Saturday afternoon Micah decided to go running. He asked me if I wanted to go too. We could take turns, he said. It was the warmest day of the week, and it was only going to get colder. Still, I hesitated. I’d run on the treadmill on Thursday. It was winter. In the past, I’d only been running about once a week in the winter. My brain had a hard time making the jump from that to two runs in three days in January. And though I resisted, I eventually got it together. What if that was my only run for a week? What if I couldn’t make it out until next Saturday? That would truly be awful. Plus, if I’m going to be serious about qualifying for Boston this year, I’ve got to do things that I never done before. I can’t let the past determine my future.
Aside from working towards running goals this year, I need to work a little harder in other areas of my life, as well. I need to progress, rather than being satisfied with whatever I’ve been doing (or not been doing). I hope you all have the desire to move forward as well, to progress, to take a leap (or a step), and to have hope in your ability to change.