Last night was a quiet New Year’s Eve. During prime fireworks-lighting time, it was about 15 ºF with a 15-mph northern wind. That shuts folks down pretty hard. I didn’t complain.
I have goals for the new year, but nearly none of them are constrained to the calendar. It’s becoming clear to me that my Halloween decision is a significant turning point. Some of that is physical, but I think more of it is mental. It’s empowering. I’m excited on a fundamental level about again pursuing goals with vigor. Some are service-oriented. Some are professional. Some are spiritual. Many are aspirations that I’ve allowed to lie dormant for too long.
(And I think this is the second time I’ve posted vaguely about this. I promise I’ll share specifics here too, and I’m much closer to doing that.)
I have what I feel like is the prerequisite mental attitude. It’s an attitude I didn’t realize I was missing until I experienced it. It’s…smoother. It’s a tack that allows for life’s little tragedies without tanking my curve. It’s a perch that enables me to better see manageable chunks. It’s where I needed to be a long time ago.
Instead, I’m thankful that I’m here now.
Happy New Year.