Sunday was the perfect ending of a week, month, and year, all together. It was also fitting numerology—123123–because I wanted nothing more than to waltz out of the old and into the new.
I do not look back on this past year with delight, despite there being small shimmers of joy amid the chaos. Honestly, I think the Irish tradition of opening the windows and doors to let out the old year, welcoming in the new is a great concept, so I’m using today’s musing as such—making room for the shadows to dissolve into light.
Today, marks Day 1 of a next 365, the turning of a new, unmarked page in our story.
I appreciate all of the lofty resolutions (very difficult for most to adhere to, anyhow), and the self-reformation goals that this inaugural day of 2024 elicit, but I’d like to just set this out into the universe—I’m not searching for a “renovation of self” type of year.
Instead, here are my hopes and aspirations:
-Becoming more intentional when carving out personal time with my family.
-Centering myself with a true health journey, not so much for loss of weight, but for quality of life.
-Exploring what’s within my reach (and budget), so I can steep myself in the new, yet familiar.
-Refusing to sideline my own literary aspirations, in favor of my career.
-Working on my marriage, my parenting, and my friendships with greater intention.
-Refusing to allow my work to define me, or be a thief of my time.
Let’s see if I can live up to them, kindreds, because it’s a tall order.
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