2016 certainly was a historical year. Painful in many ways. However, I must say I consider it a generous year for me. It was a year of strength, increased health and wholesome adaptation. I ended up 2016 healthier and much more grounded than I began it. I am grateful for that.
So far 2017 is a fantastic year.
I am not one for New Year’s Resolutions. Do not get me wrong, I have made them in the past. Who hasn’t? I have made plans to lose weight, drink more water, to be more active, speak to my family more often, eat less sugar, drink less coffee, read more fiction, procrastinate less, keep a better record at the Daily Office. I know people who fiercely grab those resolutions by their shoulders and squeeze them tight with the will power of a two years old. Good on you, my friend. I want you to succeed. Hold them close and push through. I won’t offer you a brownie, I promise.
But resolutions are not my thing.
I certainly have no idea of how 2017 will unfold. I know it will be a year of changes. New location and new context where to live out my call and vocation. I intend to keep an open heart to what is to come. I trust goodness will be my companion. I intend to become wiser, although I would notice much after the fact. I am grateful for the time I have been given and try to be more intentional about how I tend my soul during that time. My intentions are to be more generous with myself and others. Graceful and grateful. [That sentence was brought to you by the letter G]. I intend to make room for tending the soul.