‘Tis the time of year when pretty much all of us look back and reflect. Some of us have met every single goal we set for ourselves; others started and changed course early on in the new year for various reasons; some of you may have completely abandoned your resolutions, vowing to do better next year.
Or maybe you’re like me and you don’t actually make them, nor do you look back and ponder on what you “coulda, shoulda” done differently to create an outcome different from the one you’re in.
I don’t know how you feel about December drawing to a close. Are you like me, a little bit edgier than you’d like to be because here you are, another year gone and some of your major objectives on your vision board are still left unchecked? Or are you super easy-going like my husband who has a tortoise – slow and steady wins the race – long-game mindset.
Regardless of what character traits you relate to best, I’m sure there is one thing we have in common: it is hard, almost impossible to believe that another year has come and gone. I, for one, think the clock of life has been sped up. That a minute is no longer a minute anymore, that we’ve lost some time. It feels to me like a minute is less than 60 seconds these days as life seems to zip by, and as I live and feel this way, like time is getting away from me, I find that there is something that helps me remain grounded and centred.
Whenever I feel like I’m falling behind,or not achieving on the schedule that I have laid out for myself, I take a moment to pause and remind myself sometimes two, maybe three times a day that, “What’s meant for me will never miss me.” I inhale deeply for six seconds, breathe out slowly for 10 … and repeat this until I feel calmer and more faithful.
I’m not naturally a “trust in the process” person – I wish I were. It would make life so much easier. Peaceful for me and pleasurable for those who love me most. But I’m not. I’m super A-type. The more plates I have in the air the better, and I’ve accomplished a great deal in my short life. The fact that I’ve raised three women into mentally healthy, independent, decent global citizens is more than most have done.
And even though I can accept and acknowledge that this is, in fact, amazing, I’ve always wanted to be more than somebody’s mom or wife. When the acting thing didn’t pan out, I immediately asked myself, “Well, what else would I enjoy doing?” And the floodgates opened. I’ve cheered professionally, I’ve owned a gym, I’ve written books, had a successful blog, created TV show concepts, found charities that I’m passionate about, built deep and wonderful friendships and, now, I own a marina. None of which I dreamed about doing when I was a little girl but all rich, rewarding and totally groovy.
Perhaps it’s because I’ve always been open to “what’s next” that I’ve not felt the need to have resolutions. Maybe it has even more to do with the fact that I believe every single day is an opportunity to examine oneself and look for ways to dig deep and be a better version of myself.