I love New Year's. Not the party, but the experience. Though it's just another day, I love the feel of unwrapping a whole new year, one that's fresh, clean, just waiting for me to figure out how to use it. So on New Year's Day I spend some time thinking of my intention for the coming year. I set a general direction for myself and though I may be off course much of the time or the path I take changes, I keep focus on that general direction. Most of the time.
This year I'm letting go of more fears to live with more ease. It's a little scary to even write that. If my mother is listening, she'll be scared too. She'll be saying how much more wildly could I possibly get? But though I've succeeded in living way beyond my comfort zones, there are ways I still limit myself beyond what's reasonable. Being frugal and careful and saving for the day you might be living under a bridge has always been a way of staying safe. So I do a lot of things like reuse aluminum foil, save plastic bags and work on Labor Day. All of which may be a result of growing up in Appalachia (which was wonderful, but that's another topic.)
So I'm risking more this year. I'm sending out queries for the novels I've written, joining a writing class, and working less. I'm opening up new areas of my clinical practice and traveling more. I'll still save plastic bags and aluniminum foil but with a different intention. Most of all I will give myself more time, view the time I have as abundant, and spend more of it connecting with people I love.
A good start is--I'm going to Paris. That sounds so decadent to me. But I am blessed with a special opportunity. See, I'm giving myself reasons it's okay even now. It's okay. It won't put me under the bridge.
So we'll see how I do as the year goes on. I hope the angels are helping my mother relax right now.