With the Christmas holiday break all wrapped up, today was the first day back to school and everyone in my house was, well, very sleepy. My husband missed his 5:30 alarm to go to CrossFit and slept in until 7 a.m. My youngest and earliest riser was warming under her blankets like a blueberry muffin in the oven. My middle child, who you would think would be up and screaming with joy since the Tooth Fairy came last night, was in a wrestling match with her pillow. And my oldest, the obligatory responsible one, was snoring.
I, on the other hand, was up and ready to conquer the world, even through the haze of sleepiness. Why? Because after sprinkle all the magic--from my youngest's birthday party, to hosting parties, to going to parties, to Christmas Eve dinner for eleven, to Christmas Day (and all its incarnations), to New Years Eve and day--I was ready to start collecting magic.
I don't believe in setting a New Year resolution per se (read more on resolutions), but the holidays do seem to derail me from my personal and professional intentions (working out, focusing on writing my book The Dirty on Being 30♀, drinking/eating in moderation, etc.) because I hyper-focus on my family, especially my children, and try to make every moment shine with memorable and festive luster.
So this morning, I leaped out of bed (OK, fumbled), took advantage of everyone's catatonic state, and meditated in the darkest, quietest spot I could find--my office floor. As I inhaled to a count of five and exhaled to a count of five, I felt my chest rise up and my awareness fall inward. This was the first time I had meditated in a month and it felt good. After about eight minutes, I found myself thinking the words, "Use what you got." Reflecting on these words, and again the thought of collecting my own magic, I realize I have so much right before me.
(Probably we all do.)
This was a great epiphany because so often I find myself saying, "I can do 'X' once 'Y' happens." "Y" is here. I just have to reach out for it.