There’s lots to say about 2008 both to appreciate and grieve. It’s been a year well worth living because it taught so much about humility (and how I lacked it).
Apologies to be cryptic. It’s where I’m at mentally before boarding a plane to the Rockies to see my wonderful parents.
For next year, I concretely commit to:
-laughing so much till the point of pain;
-launching a business;
-greeting people with confident joy, resourcefulness, and a lighter mind i.e. on that last goal, the aim is to not greet life with such gravity.
-executing intention in health (gym and #twit2fit!), friends (more conscious gifts and appreciation to others!), and business (it’s time to specify and enact business plans long in the wings).
How about you?
What do you resolve to do that inspires your health and overall well-being to you, to others?
We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year’s Day. Edith Lovejoy Pierce
Thanks Twitter for a fantastic year of participating in a great, wide spectrum of community like:
1. (one of my mom’s favorites) … I was born in 1970, California, two months premature with a collapsed lung. Parents were not permitted to touch me for months until those protective Catholic nuns gave the green light;
2. I love speaking in public and for whatever reason, didn’t inherit that related fear. Conveying one’s story with confident ownership empowers those telling and those listening. And I want to be more of service in this regard in 2009. P.S. Dr. King’s talk of The Dream and his symphony of brotherhood is like spiritual silk caressing the brain.
3. Scuba diving inspires a degree of fear, a large degree.
4. I grew up in Oklahoma where my mom was raised with her six siblings on wheat lands near Ft. Sill. A favorite family story is when my Grandmother Simpson went with many of the then young kids to the cleaners (small town of 2,500…gas station, cattle, Cherokee tribes, 10 baptist churches, that’s the setting then and now). And for whatever reason, the manager at the cleaners that day refused Grandmother service. She sent my 10 year old uncle to fetch Grandad, a farmer. Grandad drove up, walked to the manager, and tossed him out the window.
Note: good customer service p a y s.
6. .. Digging deep here but it made a lasting impact: My first major sweetheart (in Oklahoma high school) was with a guy in drama club; we were different races. The name calling, judgment, and threats of exile stunned my view of people at the time yet it all taught this: a.) people act out of ignorance, habit, and fear and that’s forgivable (even if it being changeable is preferred); b.) Experience as an outcast no matter how brief or at what age teaches relational politics; c.) Practicing love, even with its hard knocks, is the only game in town.
Random extra: I want to be an international spy with ninja ability and have since a kid. It seems a -very- natural career choice to which I’m perfectly compatible … besides the fact of getting the giggles when in tense situations. Otherwise, I’m so her.
