A Lack of 2020 Vision

The last few days of 2019 have been unsettling. Not because of the state of the world - though that is cause enough to feel unsettled - but because for the first time in my adult life, I am entering a new year - a new DECADE! - without:

  • Resolutions
  • Goals
  • Plans
  • A theme
  • A word for the year
  • Expectations
527 days ago, I started a daily meditation practice. I’ll probably rhapsodize about that in future entries. For now, suffice it to say I have decided to take mindfulness to the next level and enter a new year without any of the things I thought brought order to my life, but instead just caused undue stress.
This decision has, of course, stressed me out.

Don’t misunderstand: I still have daily successful actions - like my meditation practice - I will continue to complete. But I am letting go of any desired outcomes for these successful actions. Instead, I will strive to simply be.

We’ll see how this goes. Personally, I’ll be surprised if I make it to mid-January.

Happy New Year!

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