As another year comes to a close, it comes to that time of year where you can see folks best of 9 post on Instagram, holiday photos are all loaded up, everyone is too full of indulgent foods, the decorations are coming down, and folks start talking about their resolutions. I don’t make resolutions, as I’ve stated before. I don’t like calling them ‘resolutions’ because that’s too daunting. The term sounds so official and serious. It sounds like there should be paperwork filed and government officials involved. Also, because of my personality, I prefer goals. Last year my goals were somewhat achieved. Some of my bucket list goals were achieved! 2017 was one of my better years. I’ve written about this already but I could write about it more. I won’t. So don’t worry.
For 2018, I want more. That may sound strange. However, I’m pretty sure it’s not more in the ways you first think. I was sitting in my mom’s house, in the woods where it as really quiet, and I thought about my goals for the new year. These goals had to be good ones because I’m embarking on another decade of life in just a few weeks! I needed good yet reachable goals that would help me usher in my 30s. (We’ll talk about how crazy that is later). I realized that I wanted more but not more stuff. I want more memories. I want more of things that have an impact that goes beyond myself. So after sitting there looking at the trees and light that streamed through them, wondering why I don’t like that level of quiet anymore, I wrote down my goals for 2018. Here they are:
- More giving.
- More doing.
- More loving.
- More dreaming.
- More laughing.
- More writing.
- More reading.
- More playing.
These are the things I want less of:
- Less fear.
- Less tears ( less sad tears. I cry when I feel any emotion strongly. I can’t help it. So I want less sad tears.)
- Less what ifs
- Less hurt
I realize that most (well, um, all) of the ‘less’ items require a lot of work and it’s not guaranteed that there will be less of those things. I also realize that really it’s out of my hands, I’m just here to follow. The more though, the more are things I really can work on. The more are things that can happen! There also things I really want. I don’t want them for me or for my benefit but for the benefit of others.
I don’t know if it’s this new level of trust in my spiritual relationship or if it’s a new level of maturity as I begin this dance with a new decade of life. (Why are the 0 birthdays the milestone ones? WHY? Also, is there such a thing as experiencing second puberty? Serious question. Is there? I need to do some research.) I want more of the things that go beyond what I can put on my walls or line my shelves with (except books, I would like all the walls with all the books because I love books). I want more of things that fill up others. There is a benefit to me being filled up too but that’s not the point. I want memories and more impacts that, hopefully, beyond the initial interactions. The hope is that it’s not me that remembered but the result of what happened is engraved into the memory of the other individual.
So more. I want more. That’s what my goals are for 2018. MORE!!
So what are your goals? Or resolutions, if you’re a brave person.
Are there things you want more of? Have your crossed items off your bucket list? How will you ensure that you’ll get to cross some of those off soon? What will you do to get more?
Yay for a new year!!