Sometimes I go gently into the new year and am annoyed with myself for ever being the New Year roarer.
I will always love the symbolic clean slate a new year represents, but when you are 40 you know every day is an opportunity to start something, stop something, add something, remove something, change something. I am a strong believer that you should never wait until tomorrow to start doing something you think will improve your life or stop doing something that has stopped serving you as it once did.
This year I know I want to make some intentional shifts in focus and concentration. I have some things I'd like to accomplish and some things I need to accomplish.
I planned to spend the week between Christmas and the New Year writing down some intentions, but everything is still bubbling up inside of me so I’m going to let it marinate until it manifests itself into some things that feel true.
There's no rush. I will not fail the year if I don't start or stop something on day one, two, five, 30, 300, 364. Neither will you. Intentions don't have to be set and met on January 1 to count. I used to throw shit at the wall to see what would stick but I know my time is better spent figuring out a few things that I really want to work on or accomplish so I'm not spread so thin or doing shit I don't really care about just to say I did it.
While I came to the first week of 2018 conventionally unprepared, I'm working on a long-term project: myself. That cannot be rushed.
The last of us to enter Club 40 crosses the threshold today. Happy birthday Laura! After 27 years of friendship and still sustaining daily contact, we're past the point where you can adequately describe what it means to you. Because it's just everything. I am beyond lucky in the friend department.
