So here we are, nine days into 2018.
I wonder how each of you cross this annual threshold. Do you have a ritual? A way to close one yearâ€¦or open the next?
I like to look back on the past year and see where I can connect the dots. Were there any patterns? Was there a set point? An overall feeling â€¦ or a series of independent messages that, only in hindsight, form a greater picture?
In my own life, 2017 was a year about boundaries. What can I live withâ€¦what canâ€™t I? How can I help make something better, without giving too much? Where am I called to action? When do I give myself permission to devote my energy elsewhere? While these are questions (as they appear on paper), in my mindâ€™s eye, I think of them more as statements. They function as an internal GPS. The moment they are presentedâ€¦the answer reveals itself. The course, suddenly clearer.
Related to this was staying in the discomfort, acknowledging how it is and (just as much) how it isnâ€™t. Being able to exist with multiple realities, various extremes, conflicting stories, opposing views; disappointments and victories, within the same minute.
I go into this year knowing that these themes may continue, but despite them or because of them, I will commit to putting one foot in front of the other, with full presence, integrity and service. I canâ€™t really promise more than that. I do this knowing that there are questions I canâ€™t answer, griefâ€™s I canâ€™t solve, aspirations that hold a future hope â€“ but as of yet â€“ little evidence. There is light and joy right here, under my feet, within reach, and also the things that remain unresolved â€“ but not unseen.
How can I answer my own calling â€“ when sometimes I canâ€™t even hear it?
How can I watch for signs â€“ but still do the work â€“ whether they show up or not?
Iâ€™m not waiting for answers. Thatâ€™s not the point of the asking. But if I had a resolution, being brave enough to ask the questions would be it.
This is my work.
What is yours?