Supernova

 

What happens when a starry-eyed goal setter hitches too many wagons to too many stars? They all crash and explode. Like a supernova.

I thought I would be awesome at Come, Follow Me. And while I was being awesome, I’d lessen our family’s screen time, stick to better bedtimes, and prioritize all my other time. After healing young brains with the absence of YouTube, I’d up the ante with healthier meals, healthier bodies, and healthier relationships. Of course, I was only going to create that change after I worked out for an hour before the boys woke up. That didn’t leave much time to do my clean sweep (clean grout, clean dishes, clean clothes, clean sheets) and when everything wasn’t clean I kinda fizzled on finding the bottom of my piles and catching up general. At which point my old habits seemed just fine, so I bought a bag of those dream-crushing dark chocolate pretzel Snapper thingies from Costco and curled up with them on the nice couch after sending my kids to bed without brushing their teeth. Me, the daughter of a dentist. And just like the balloon in Good Night, Gorilla, my high hopes vanished into the atmosphere.

*exploding stars*

*wagon shards falling from the sky*

This is when it’s important to keep going.

Pay that fiery hullabaloo no mind.

Just restart.

Photo illustration by Red Nose Studio, used with permission. Photo quote by Barbara B. Smith, 10th general president of the Relief Society.