Please note, I do not mean “to be committed”. Which is how I feel some days, right on the cusp of a 201 (therapist speak for voluntary commitment).
My goals for 2015 all center around my need to commit.
I need to commit to getting M to bed every night at 8 p.m.
I need to commit to my career — as well as my job.
I need to commit to stretching, even when it starts to get uncomfortable.
I need to commit to cleaning and reclaiming space in my house.
My über list is coming together.
My essay for Listen to Your Mother is on paper.
My commitments are to little things and to big things.
I’m ready.
Do you have a word for 2015?
Red Pen Mama 