“I don’t like my life!” This surprising phrase repeatedly ran through my mind before Christmas. Egads, how could I be thinking something so discontented?
Was it just a variation on “O Come, O Come, Emmanuel!”? Maybe. Or, “The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.” And along more housewifely lines, “I can’t concentrate on anything productive because the house is so messy!” and even more specifically, realities like, “I want to write, but I can’t find my notebook.”
This new year has started off with a broken computer–an inconvenience that brings gifts: I am forced out of my routine, or rut, and get a boost toward a possibly more likeable life. The other gift is a son with a computer, newly arrived here, so that if I really need to I can use his machine. We and the computer repairman can all relax over a long weekend.
Do the following fall within the definition of resolutions? My feelings don’t appear strong enough to be called resolve, but I do have general good intentions to improve on some things. A lot of the same old things, in fact, though the outward shapes of the projects are revised.
1. Finish making a bedroom into a sewing room.
2. Take the time to sort and organize notes about reading and writing in such a way that I can make use of them; this will require some purging!
3. Be very careful about accumulating any more possessions, because they will just take more of my time for maintenance, and then before I know it, more for sorting and purging.
The new year is a gift of hope. We commemorate the Circumcision of Christ today, which reminds us of God’s covenant with us–and there is no greater Hope! We can be assured that God will be with us, full of grace for every moment and every day we are given. It’s true, we can’t get it beforehand, but we can surely anticipate it.
This poem expressing the confusing natures of time and humankind is also a gift for today.