We’re at that time of year. The strange amorphous time between Christmas and New Years. A time of pjs, movies, and leftover cheese. This time of year always feels, well, out of time. I don’t know what day it is or overshoot lunchtime by two hours (thank goodness for cheese).
It’s a time of missed deadlines. You guys, this post was supposed to be up on December 28th. Only I thought it was due December 30th. Which I legitimately thought was today.
It’s a time of accidents. True story, my fridge is so full of leftovers that when I opened the door to grab cream this morning, I accidentally knocked a full pitcher of water on the kitchen floor. (Oh well, no need to mop, right?).
It’s a time of regrets. This time of year, I tend to look back wistfully and sigh about the missed opportunities. (My injury meant I missed out on climbing Mt. Washington for the fourth year in a row).
Instead of talking about the bad bits, I figured I’d scrap my planned post and talk about some of my good bits this year. So, pull up a comfy chair. Would anyone like some cheese?
- I deepened friendships. Vulnerability breeds intimacy. This year I was about as vulnerable as you can get. I made a concerted effort to really dive into conversations. To be really open with people. I found a certain magic happened: the more I shared, the more they shared back.
- I started a small business! I’ve been writing poetry for several years and have taught a class here or there but this year I joined the pandemic zoom boom and started teaching poetry through the public library system. I started slowly but what a gift. I’m getting paid to do something I absolutely love.
- I took care of me. On my therapist’s advice, I ditched my scale. For the first time in my adult life, I have no idea how much I weigh. I even asked my doctor to let me turn around while they weighed me and to only mention my weight if it was a concern. This change has been so freaking amazing. Freeing. Like I gave myself permission to just be. Highly recommend.
- I cut myself slack. If I didn’t meet a goal this year, I acknowledged it and moved on. There’s a saying in the hiking community that, when you have to turn back before summitting, the mountain will still be there tomorrow. Mount Washington, I’m looking right at you.
- I slowed way down. Being injured taught me how to rest. And how to take things one day (or sometimes hour or minute) at a time. When you slow your life down, you end up experiencing it more completely (both good and bad). There were some great moments. A perfect sunrise. A stellar view with Rosie. A belly laugh.
What were some the good bits from your year?
Photo Credit: Zachary Fisk 2022