I can hardly believe we’re a month into 2016—where did the time go? I don’t know about you, but this year has already tested me and left me feeling a little drained, but not defeated. In it’s short 27 days, January has found me hopeful and positive, disappointed and [slightly] heartbroken, useful and just plain used. The funny thing about starting a new year is that we enter it with so many high expectations. We create resolutions and resolve that we will be more kind and thoughtful. We resolve that we’ll read more, sleep more, volunteer more, eat better, exercise more, change bad habits, travel more, study harder, find a better job, draw closer to God, be a better friend, daughter, son, sister, brother, human being. We enter the year so optimistic about all of the good things it will bring us that we sit passively by and forget the active role we must play in shaping our own lives. But that’s not living, that’s existing.
I love a good routine. It’s practical. It’s fool-proof. It’s predictable. Get up, wash your face, brush your teeth, shower, get dressed, head to school, go to practice, come home, watch TV, eat dinner, do homework, go to bed. Repeat. What’s not to love about knowing what you have to do, when you have to do it, and doing it every single day? While following a set schedule (almost) guarantees you won’t miss a commitment, it’ll also guarantee you’ll miss something else–the joy and excitement of living life!