2019 is upon us. Like many, I’ve thought about how I would like the next year to unfold. A lot of people make resolutions, goals, etc and I think it’s a perfectly reasonable thing. January 1 feels like a fresh start, like clean sheets out of the wash, like the crisp cool air of dawn just before the sun peeks over the horizon, like the first hint of spring even if it’s less than 30 degrees F outside.
I’ve thought a lot about the things I want to accomplish but kept waffling on how I wanted to proceed. After all, I felt like a failure because I didn’t Do All The Things. Then, this past week I received my contributor copy of the latest anthology a short story of mine is featured in – She Blended Me With Science – and I realized that I may not be the greatest writer but it’s really no excuse not to write.
Aside from the obvious “you can’t get any better if you don’t practice” bit, I’ve been working through my own blocks – it’s okay not to be wildly successful out the gate, all the time, not to be perfect. Which then fostered the realization that my own high standards for myself literally have been holding me back in many things.
So I went back to a word I’ve been hearing repeatedly: abundance and what it means for me. Obviously, abundance in terms of financial security in some measure, but also in terms of being less fearful, loving my life and what I have, being grateful for simple pleasures, family, friends, food, and shelter. An abundance of abilities to go out and get exercise, to be able to read, to give my time to others, to appreciate each day and moment.
So I’m going into 2019 with an open mind, with curiosity, with appreciation and gratitude, and a “what’s the worst that can happen” attitude. And I wish you all the abundance as you define it.