It seems every blog I follow is all about goal-setting and the new me I’m supposed to be in 2019. While I’m working on making progress on my passion-project or authentic-self or whatever the buzz-phrase of the moment is, my life changed drastically in 2018. Ringing in 2019, was a reminder of that. A new year and now a new me. But, really, it’s just the old me in a new place with new people and in a new life. Again.
Instead of creating an overly aggressive list of life-changing goals and resolutions that will last a rough six weeks, I just feel the need to breathe. To get quiet. To reflect. To come to grips with my “what the f* did I just do” aftershock. To take it in and accept it, hold it, and love it. Or at least try to.
One of my favorite songs played on the radio in the car tonight. It seems a perfect fit.
“Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes…
…How do you measure, measure a year?
…. Remember the love…”
If all I can do is remember the love from 2018, we’ll call it a success. So, my challenge to you, dear reader, is to simply do the same. Remember the love.