Happy New Year, My Friends!
It’s not too late to say that, is it? Because I feel like I am just now ready to notice that it’s January.
Did you make any resolutions this year?
They say that somewhere around 80% of New Year’s Resolutions are forgotten by February. And yet, every January people still make new ones.
With all of the buzz around how most of us don’t keep our new year’s resolutions, why do so many of us even bother?
Maybe because we have just enough hope left in us that we truly believe this will be the year that things will be different. This year I really will exercise more, eat better, and get more sleep.
And maybe it’s simply because we long for new beginnings, fresh starts, blank pages.
Maybe it’s not even about the goal itself, as much as it is about the feelings of hope, purpose, and second chances. The idea that we can turn a calendar page and somehow open new possibilities to be different, better, more of the person we want to be, is a beautiful and powerful one.
I love the invitation that January offers. It’s an invitation to reflect on where we are and where we want to be.
Maybe the simple act of naming a resolution reveals something significant about what matters most to us. It’s an invitation to look at our lives, to notice where we’ve been, to name the ways we want to change.
That is, as long as we don’t just name resolutions that are on our “should” list, but instead name resolutions that grow out of personal reflection.
I sat down yesterday and responded to that invitation to reflect. I listed all of the things that were highlights for me from 2018, naming both the challenges and the joys of the year. Just making that list was eye-opening to me; there were surprises that bubbled to the surface, showing me moments of life where I hadn’t recognized them before.
And then, I flipped the page and began listing what I hope for in 2019. It’s a big list, full of dreams and possibilities. My next step will be to sit with these dreams, sift through them, and listen for which ones deserve my attention. Then I’ll put some concrete things on the calendar.
For some of them, there’s a chance that they will fall by the wayside in a few months. And maybe that’s okay. Because the invitation to start over, to ask, again, who am I ? and who do I want to be? will still be there, if I take time to recognize it.
If you were to ask me what my New Year’s resolutions are, I couldn’t tell you. But after yesterday’s time of reflection, I could tell you what’s stirring inside of me, what longings and dreams are taking up space in my heart these days, asking for a little more room to breathe. And that’s a good place to start a new year, if you ask me.
What about you? How are you stepping into this new space called 2019?