Happy new year, and welcome to 2019! It seems we all have resolutions at the beginning of January, and one by one we let them fall by the wayside, with varying levels of guilt. In the past few years I’ve decided to forego resolutions for that very reason. Inevitably I find myself in a contemplative and reflective mood as the year closes, though, so instead of resolutions, I like to think about intentions for the year ahead.
This year, self-love is (again) on my mind. I’m still mulling over how I can best take care of myself this year, but on New Year’s Eve I had the not-groundbreaking but also personally startling realization that maybe, just maybe, it is less about “fixing” and more about acceptance. I tend to wonder what is wrong with me, and then set about trying to fix it. Perhaps the key is not to fix, but to be still, accept, sit with, and be. Rather than railing against my restless spirit and striving for an ever-elusive contentment, perhaps I can acknowledge that as part of my nature. Perhaps contentment is less a state of being to be achieved, and more about enjoying snippets of joy and happiness as they are found, and made, and stumbled upon.
Wishing you joy in this new year, in whatever form it takes!