Some people hate the whole resolution ritual. To me, it’s a tradition that sort of forces me to establish my priorities for the year and resolve to take steps in support of them.
Hmmmm…that sounded a bit too much like a corporate memo.
Take two: I think about the stuff I want to happen and dream about what I can do to make them burst forth into reality!
I really wish I had learned this earlier in life.
My approach through my teens, twenties, thirties and most of my forties was to “wish, want, hope, pine, yearn” with feeble faith that I could impact any outcomes.
Something clicked in recent years. I was acting like a tennis ball, being directed by forces beyond my control instead of being the tennis racket and directing my life in the way I wanted it to go.
This does not preclude my dependence on God, the Holy Spirit or Jesus. But I do feel that the heavenly host has been sitting in the bleachers all these years saying, “Will you finally take a swing? We can’t do it ALL for you!!!”
Well, when you put it THAT way, Jesus…
We’ve got the equipment. We were BORN with it. Our gifts, our talents, our special sauce – it’s all there, waiting to be whipped up into a unique and remarkable treat for the world -and us – to enjoy. But too often we spend time focusing on what we DON’T have when it’s actually irrelevant.
If we don’t have it, we don’t need it to fulfill our calling. We are completely equipped for our purpose in life. And if you read this and start to protest, ask yourself, “Why am I fighting?”
So you’re flawed. Join the crowd. So you think your flaws or ailments disqualify you from certain joys in life? Only your faith in that faulty line of thinking keeps you there.
My resolve every year is to be happy. And I am. Annoyingly so! (Except to those who also are fans of happiness.)
Some people are as devoted to being miserable as I am to being happy.
Every ache or pain or bend in the road is a license to complain or make excuses or blame someone for their station in life.
Seriously, how’s that working for you?
No, I do not live a perfect life. I’ve had my share of broken hearts, physical challenges, disappointments and paralizing fears. I choose, however, at this later stage in my game – with time fleeting and tomorrows not promised – to see the disappointments as a detour because something better is coming my way. I acknowledge my fears and then do the work to get back to love because I don’t to waste one moment of this beautiful life living like a deer in the headlights. I have a weird bump on my leg that needs to be biopsied next week and I am positive that it is either nothing, or if it is something, I’m going to beat it.
Can you tell I’m fired up this week?
I put some of that energy into this week’s message:
Isn’t that sweet? What a lovely way to start 2017!
Be gentle with yourself first, my friends. It makes it a heckuva lot easier to then be gentle with others.
Hello, 2017. I welcome you with open arms, an open heart, and a full expectation that you will be my best year ever.
And I wish that for all of you, too.