2017 was the year for healing. For asking questions about life, and death.
For diving deeper into darkness than I have ever been, and also discovering more light than I knew existed.
For yoga, astrology, mediums, therapy, hypnosis, reiki, and looking at the moon.
For writing a book (not published).
For questioning my career and life path, making changes, questioning those changes, and understanding that life moves in phases and that indecision is okay.
For learning that I don't have to make a dramatic life shift in the wake of devastation; I can do what I need to do in each moment. There's no guidebook. Sometimes I can sit with sadness, sometimes I can fight it.
For peeling back layers and letting compassion and authenticity be my driving forces.
For realizing what I value and what I want my life to look like, even though it might not be the most glamorous, inspiring route.
2018 will be...
More action. More doing. Leaning in to what i know fills me: my husband, my dog, my career, my friendships, my family, teaching yoga, traveling, writing, spending time outside, exercising, and sitting on my butt drinking wine and watching Netflix. Blogging more and publishing more stories, maybe even my book. Kicking ass at work. Not being so scared. Authenticity over perfection. Taking up kayaking and hiking. Weightlifting and practicing yoga to really loud music. Eating what makes me feel good, not what the internet/food bloggers/health "experts" say I should eat. Striving for compassion and authenticity in everything I do. Being myself, because more than ever I understand who that is.
Each year trickles into the next: what we've learned, lost, regretted, and manifested. It's okay to carry some things with us, and to drop others. It's okay to still be figuring shit out. New years are symbolic because they give us a chance to reflect and to make space, and to declare our intentions. Have a beautiful 2018!