new years.

Making New Year’s Resolutions on January 1st has always seemed a little stupid to me.  When you’re in school, you have already done four months of life before you make these epic resolutions, so you basically spend the five months from January to May breaking the habits you spent the previous four months making.  Inevitably, you fail anyways, and then you spend the summer doing whatever the heck you want.   Mmm… summer.

I’ve been on a school schedule for most of my life, although I do look fondly at ages 0-5 as my time to frolic freely through the grassy fields.  After college, I taught for two years, and then ceased.  Teaching = School schedule.  I have a new job now, one that I absolutely love, but even so, it started this August.   The school schedule cannot stop itself from ruling my life, except that from now on, I will be working through the summers… eek.  Welcome to the real world.

All this to say, August is my New Year.  A time to reflect on the last 365 days, and a time to get stoked for the next 365. (Lord willing.  But seriously.  Lord willing.  I am a terrible, hazardous driver you know.  Ask anyone.)

Between last August and this August, I have changed my address twice, changed my Starbucks order from “with room” to “black,” changed my relationship status, changed my occupation, changed my hair color, my haircut, and my hair straightener, changed my feelings about eating peanut butter on a daily basis (I’m pro, by the way), changed my sheets, changed debit cards, changed goals, and changed ages.  (Can you change age?  It makes it sound so optional.)  I think I have legitimately become a grownup this year, although I’m sure that next year at this time, I will look back, shake my head at myself and think, “Ahh, silly Ashley.  If only you knew what a dingbat you were. ”

For the last few years, every year has felt enormous.  Every year has felt like I have been forced to jump from one continent to another.  This year, I’ve decided, I jumped from South America to Antarctica, although my seven-year-old niece always tells me that no one lives in Antarctica and that I should stop saying I want to go there because it’s really not safe.  Oh well.  To each her own.

Between last August and this August, there are a few important things that haven’t changed.  I still love my family and friends, and I still loath Colbie Caillat.  I still love God, and in the face of all of the continent hopping, I have had to learn to depend more and more on His sovereignty and His calling.  I am still totally in love with His son, Jesus Christ.  I’m still confused about how they are both Father and Son, and one being.  I am still a sucky, sucky sinner.  My sarcasm still has both a humorous and a sadistic form.  And I still have yet to go a full 24 hours without coffee.  Now that is impressive.

This August, I’m not making any resolutions.  Actually, that’s my resolution.  To be resolutionless.  God will let me know when I need to switch it up, so He’ll take care of the important stuff.  When it comes to the less important stuff….Well, I will never be one of those people who runs at 5:00 a.m., and this is the year that I start appreciating that about myself, instead of resolving to change it.

Honestly.  5:00 a.m. is for sleeping, people.

How’s that for a motivational August New Year?  I think the point I’m trying, if quite possibly failing, to make, is that this is the year that I take things in daily.  This is the year that the resolutions stop and the living starts.  You can’t live each year in preparation for the next– wholehearted living forces you to be prepared for what is ahead anyway.  It forces you to stop waiting for the perfect life, and instead, challenges you to become an active member of your own life, speed bumps included.  Living purposely, each day.  Isn’t that what we’re called to, anyhow?

25Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 26Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?

28And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Matthew 6:25-34

Get excited.

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