The start of another week has come,

one week closer to holidays.

My children are nearly dancing at breakfast, eager for the upcoming break.

Or perhaps it’s the thought of presents which makes them wiggle in their chairs?

I’ve chosen to spend the last few weeks of 2019 thinking about the direction I want to take for the year ahead.

While I love to plan,

the truth is when I don’t

it feels like things quickly escape me,

and I’m pulled along in the wake of my life,

holding onto the rope

as the days speed ahead.

This year,

I want to drive the boat,

create the waves that normally swamp me

when the wind gets too high.

I want to chose what to add in

and what to take away,

creating value

where the distractions previously

chipped away at my calm.

Ah, but if wishes were horses…

An expression I’ve heard

since I was the age of my children now.

If only we got what we wished for.

As a child, it made no sense.

Why would a beggar want a horse?

But now I see.

I tell myself I’m not asking for a horse,

or a unicorn.

I’m asking for 2 short weeks

to close my eyes

and think about what’s important.

We all have the same 24 hours

to spend after all.

I want to make sure I’m using my 20/20 vision to see my goals clearly, not simply wish away the time,

Or let it drag me behind.

If an ounce of prevention

is worth a pound of cure,

then surely,

two weeks will buy me a few months.

Time will tell!