The carol goes, “Let your heart BE light…” but I’m flipping it to “Let your heart DE-light” in honor of our recent Word of the Week.
There’s nothing like treats in the mail (instead of bills) to delight your heart, and my cup ran over with jelly and jam joy with this package from my Aunt Joan upon my return to Sarasota:
Aunt Joan gets regular shout outs on this blog for her constant love and support. However, she will be scolded this week for totally blowing any semblance of my diet with her amazing “What are they called?” fruity, crumbly cookies.
I ate them all.
But the pièce de résistance of her over-the-top gift package was the silver cuff that sits atop the jams in the above photo, engraved with these words:
Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations.
How true! I started 2017 with the intention that it would be an “annus mirabilis” or “year of miracles.” It was all that and a bag of chips, but the road was forged with grit and tears, hopes and fears marked by bold and brave moves that surprised even myself.
When the dust settled, I marveled at the complete and utter paradigm shift that had occurred.
My life had been completely upended, purposefully.
It was HARD. Detoxing from Zoloft, settling into a single person’s life, finding a new rhythm and learning to love me, myself and I was a journey as jungle-like as my trek to Costa Rica.
My expectation was that I’d navigate this new way of life for a few years and then, maybe, someone might come along that I’d like enough to spend time with.
The universe had other plans, and now I find myself in love with a guy who wants to sit and map out our intentions together for 2018.
If I’m dreaming, please, nobody wake me up.
That’s not to say violins are playing and I have stardust in my eyes. Life is real and relationships are the best opportunity to put to work all the spiritual truths collected over the course of a lifetime.
Here’s the kicker: This is a man who laughs. Alot.
He laughs when I get all wonked out about imaginary fears. When I spill the soup all over the counter and miss the bowl, he chuckles. I trekked him through an entire parking garage at the airport until I realized we were in the WRONG garage.
At every turn, I’m braced for the blow; the harsh, eye-rolling, “Brenda!” tinged with exasperation.
Yet the blow never comes.
Every time I get all heavy, Mark Roach gets all LIGHT. And not in a diminishing or condescending way. He just thinks that life is too precious to get all riled up about insignificant stuff.
These kind responses are healing another layer of my heart so bruised from being so darned hard on myself for far too long.
If you ever struggle with giving yourself a break, my closing thoughts on delight will hopefully encourage your heart. Plus, we have a fantastic new Word of the Week (and Word of the YEAR!):
What do you want to be?
WHO do you want to be?
What do you want to become?
Where do you want to live?
What do you want to do?
These questions that I posed extemporaneously in this week’s video are the very ones I am asking myself as I head into 2018. I hope you will ask yourself the same and we can begin INTENTIONALLY our year of TRANSFORMATION.
Much love to you all –