*Photo credit: Siena – Snowy Christmas Morning*
It’s a new year. And while it might feel like we have been stuck in the same story for the past two years, the new calendar can bring hope and possibilities. The past few years, I have moved away from making resolutions and instead focus on a word (or words) that help me stay focused for the year. This year my words are Hope, Dedication and Compassion.
First, I am hopeful for health in the new year for my family, my friends and the whole country. I am hopeful we will move on from this virus. As we move into the third year dealing with it, I want to find something else to talk about, I want to let go of worry and concerns. Predictions and number of cases and hospitalizations, I want to find something else to read about in the morning news.
I am hopeful that this year I will find dedication and focus for the projects that are important to me. I will also give myself a break and compassion when things don’t always go according to the plans I set. Being flexible is also just as important as being dedicated.
I am hopeful my daughter will find the right school for next year. I am dedicated to helping her find her way and also stepping out of her way. I am scared, nervous and excited all at the same time for for her. I can’t imagine what it will feel like to have her space become empty. I know she will thrive and do amazing things, but I also know she will have struggles that I won’t be able to help with. I will have compassion for myself and her when things get hard for both of us.
I am hopeful about the changes to come. I am hopeful that the story will change and we will have new topics to discuss. I am hopeful that there will be adventures, travel and connection without the burden of disease or worry before, during or after.
I will remain hopeful for the future, dedicated to the practice and compassionate for myself and others no matter the outcome.