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  • Writer's pictureAudra Krieg


We're one week (and change) into the New Year! A full week! 1/52nd of the way through 2018! If that doesn't shock you and show you just how fast time flies then I don't know what will. I'm still over here trying to set my goals for 2018. Business goals and weight and cardio training... yep sure! I'm there with all of you...

I've set goals on how to deep clean my house top to bottom in 14 days...

Goals on the exact number of times that I can get the entire family to church while dressed appropriately AND on time...

I've got goals, probably too many but the thought of a profound resolution has never worked for me. That's so much pressure. Oh, by the way...have you even thought up your WORD of the year? {Pardon me while I yammy in my handbag} Have you seen these posts on Instagram and Facebook of people (read:women) who come up with a word of the year? A word... one word for the entire year? Like "motivate" or "inspire" or even "heart." The idea is apparently to share the word with your Instagram followers just to make sure that everyone knows where you stand for the year... How about we drop this whole, I need to have a resolution or a "word" idea and just BE happy. I'm not saying that we just stay in some stagnant place where we never try to better ourselves but as mamas, we really need to give ourselves a little bit more grace. Ok, let me try. My word for the year is BE! I'm going to be. I'm going to stop rushing to the gym and be happy with my size 6 (okay, 8) body that gloriously and miraculously grew and birthed 3 children. A body that my husband literally cannot keep his hands off of. I'm going to be. I'm going to stop trying to make myself and my family go to a place of worship every single Sunday morning on time while we are all still exhausted from the week and I am going to be more realistic and focus on spiritual growth while raising my family the other 6 days of the week too. (Because let's be honest, my tiniest human lasts like 10 minutes in the nursery before losing her marbles... and the level of stress that pours out of me in order to get my family into the church on time is far from Christ-like...) I'm going to be. I am going to be unashamedly grateful that my husband is a far better quick cook than I am. He can literally make a meal out of anything. I'm going to be okay with that. I'm going to be. I'm going to be less distracted and check my stresses at the door so that my home isn't always a place of business for me and can become more of a home for me before my kids fully associate me with the same person that Angelica Pickles saw her own mother in the Rugrats. As a work-from-home mom, this is something I struggle with daily. I'm going to be. I'm going to be the kind of friend that I want to have. I'm going to attempt to be confident in that and stop letting my own insecurities dictate my relationships. I'm going to feel good about the ways that I spend my time and stop trying to be everything to everyone.

I'm going to be. I'm going to be as forgiving to those that have hurt me as possible and I'm going to forgive myself too... Starting with forgiving myself for not reaching the above mentioned goals of being a human being over the past 14 years because I can honestly tell you that these have been my goals since I became a mother and I'm still trying to accomplish them.

And when was the last time that you saw a dude post his WORD OF THE YEAR or stand around at a dinner party talking about how they can't eat the stuffed mushrooms because they've resolved not to... I'm just saying that with one full week down in 2018, I really think it's okay to just BE. I'm going to continue to try to live a life that I am proud of and a life that my son and daughters will remember as good and pure and honest. I want to speak less but say more. I want to buy less stuff and see more places. I want to spend more time with my kids and less time with my computer. I want to be more carefree with my husband and less businesslike in our household... I could continue that list for days and weeks and years... but what it all comes down to is living a life that I am proud to call my own as a wife, a woman, a mother, a daughter and a friend... Go easy on yourselves, mamas! xoxo

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