New Years; the day old calendars are thrown out and a fresh year ticks its first tock. With a flourish, goals are penned onto papers and hopes are high. But I... I don't know. Sometimes I just need to write. To get it all out of me into some sort of cohesive document. So that what I use this blog for. It is mainly for me. To figure out me and to remember what I have learned, gone though, loved, and experienced. It is a place for me to showcase my highlights and admit to imperfections so that I can come to terms with being human and learn to accept failure as a blessing!
After my mission I spiraled into this phase where I just DO DO DO and never feel like I am done. Rarely will I feel any sense of prolonged happiness in accomplishment. Simply, high fiveing myself for a brief moment I will look down at my never-ending list and start sprinting again instead of reveling in the present. I look back at the past year and can see some improvement. Improvement in following a schedule, in learning, in physical activity, in service (not as much as I would like, mind you) in love for my family, and in productivity. However, I feel that I need to focus on a few different character traits this next year. Notably I have probably way to many other goals to focus on –ones that are more measurable– but these are the two that matter most I believe.
1. Loving fully <- This is central to everything. Central to friendship, happiness, charity, service, genuinitivity, sacrifice. You name it and it all comes down to this. Not that lust- kind. But deep God-given love. It is necessary to stay close to the Giver of this love to acquire this love.
2. Being genuine <-it's easy for me to be honest and upfront with those I trust and love- it's harder with people I wish to impress or feel uncomfortable around.
SO here is to a psychedelic year- where improvements shall be made, and I will do my best to live in the moment and love it.
P.S. Isn't that last picture the greatest? I love everything about it. Saggy Aiden, Sassy Adam. Stoic sisters, and a Clostrophobic Brother in law. What a blessing it was to have the needed break! thanks Baltimore Museum of Art
