I’ve begun reevaluating many of the choices I’ve made, distilling them down to some fundamental truths as to who I am, and what I should be doing with my time. This is a process, continuous over a lifetime. But in defining purpose, I’ve oscillated between some extremes.
A question that I’ve just written down to answer is: “who must I fearlessly become?” Even in the writing of that question, I could feel my fight or flight responses kicking in. I’m scared of answering that question. Which is why it’s an important question to ask.
Hence, fearless. Leaning in to the points, as Pema Chodron says.
When you find that thing that scares you, that’s an indicator that you’re about to do something important. As I continue on my process, I look forward to the new year and what changes it will bring.
I would like to say that the holiday travel season has kept me from writing as much as I would like.
I would like to say that it’s just been too hectic to sit down and put anything of substance down.
These things and more I would like to say, but the truth is that I’ve just let it slip to the wayside. Partially it’s because I’ve felt that nothing of substance can be written with a time crunch. I would prefer perfection. Even my morning journaling, which I do just for me, not for anyone else’s consumption, I’ve only been doing once a week or so.
The new year has many goals set upon it already, including an increase in my writing output. I’d like to finish one of the books I’ve planned, or at least get a monograph done that’s been sitting in my to-do section for the past eight months.
So as I set aside the yearning for perfection, and look to the new year, I’m ready to make those changes in my life that have been coming since all hell broke loose back in 2016.