“The big question is whether you are going to be able to say a hearty yes to your adventure ”
― Joseph Campbell
If I am awake at midnight on December 31, which is highly unlikely, I intend to thank 2012 for a year of living big and full, with lots of good and some not-so-good. I suspect 2012 will go down in history as one of my biggest personal growth years, and trust me, this did not come about without lots of fucking work. And pain. And heartache. And anxiety. But it also came about because of curiosity, acceptance of the truth and a growing trust in me and determination to push my personal envelope a bit harder than I have.
I don’t prescribe to wishing the past good riddance. I’ve done that before, and learned it doesn’t work. It will follow you, tugging at your hand begging for attention. We are who we are today because of where we were yesterday. Embracing the prickly parts of our persona is frankly more freeing than acknowledging our super cool parts. So let go of whatever you are powerless to effect (and usually that means everyone but YOU) but don’t pretend it doesn’t exist. Or pretend if you want, because who the hell am I to tell you what to do, but I’m willing to bet it will color your future. Just saying.
I am a firm believer in the fact that our past moments are the fertilizer for the future. And because of this, holy shit, do I have some good fertilizer for 2013.
I’ll lift my glass and say a silent thank you to 2012 and frankly, I might even shed a few tears because I recognize how delicious it has been.
Here’s the thing: Our 2013 adventures would not be possible without 2012. One door is closing only because the breeze from a new one is blowing it shut. And, you’re still standing, right?
The only advice I want to give you as I raise my glass (which will likely be around 10 pm) Be grateful for the full monty–not just your ups. Gratitude. That’s all you need for 2013.
Happy New Year.
I met a fellow journalist for coffee a few months ago, and she asked me “Are you a hobbyist or a serious writer?” I blithered some drivel or another about how I was serious about writing, but it wouldn’t pay the bills right now and I needed to focus solely on my business. I was full of shit. I haven’t made the time to dive deeper. You are hereby notified that I will be diving deeper in the coming months, and for the foreseeable future, I will keep you entertained with entries that max out at a paragraph while I make the time and take the leap from hobbyist in my attempts to publish. Thanks for the push off the bridge, Jayme Moye.