‘Tis the season for resolutions.
I’ve chosen one word resolutions the last few years, a single word to guide and ground myself. And while I hope to still move, celebrate, cultivate joy, and dare, I’m not certain I want to set this same kind of intention for 2015. I considered all things light, shiny, glittery, magical, and illuminating. I think the idea is close, but maybe not exactly where I want to be.
So here’s this instead… A lot of words, a manifesto of sorts.
This year?
I will live to the edge, filling in all of the empty spaces, basking in and acknowledging the fullness of it all.
I will love and cherish myself as a whole person, not waiting for some accolade, accomplishment, or milestone before conceding that I am, indeed, enough.
I will surround myself with people who know me and love me, especially at my darkest. And I will seek out new relationships with people who inspire and excite me.
I will revel in laziness, soaking up every delicious hour of Netflix and every page I read.
I will not merely take from this world, I will contribute. I will use my gifts to serve, love, lead, and teach in ways that are both meaningful and necessary.
I will use and respect my body, celebrating it’s strength and softness, speed and stability. I will fill it with food and drink that satisfy me. (This will probably include a lot of wine and coffee).
I will delight in sunrises and settle in with sunsets. I will let the rain and the sea cleanse and calm me.
I will give my love away and let others fill me back up, but I will fall deeper in love with myself than ever.
I will get lost and I will make mistakes. I will find myself and learn to apologize. And to fail spectacularly.
Some days, I will sleep in and spend the day however I feel like it.
I will wear clothes that make me feel. Feel beautiful, strong, safe, silly, glamorous, something.
I will live my life with the full glitter and color that it deserves.
Each day is a celebration, a daring adventure, a joy, and a call to move on and forward.
Cheers to new beginnings.
