A Prompt to Reflect

As I attempt to reflect on the previous year I feel a slight tremor of the hand (and heart). As if I don’t try to recall everything (even if vaguely), I will forget and a whole year may appear to pass by as if nothing significant happened.

When I think of last year, I think of friends and the time we intentionally spent. “Intention” being the operative word because the gatherings have been planned, themed, and curated. It felt purposeful and less casual. When I think of last year, I also think of all the attempts I made, successful or not, to live a more considered life. I say considered because I tried to journal/write more. I read less fiction (“A Year of Magical Thinking”, “Feel Free”, etc) and discovered more podcasts (“Supersoul Conversations” to name one). I discussed what I felt and thought to C more in an effort to dissect and polish my brain. Conversely, to empty it out as well. Last year I learned more about forgiveness and love as an annex to forgiveness. How one made the other easier because love, of course, is messy.

It seemed as if 2019 was a year of inputs, inputs, inputs. An accumulation of information read, heard, and seen. This naturally makes me think that maybe 2020 will be a year of execution. I took care of myself last year (or at least learned more on how to) therefore this year, I’d like to confront what did not serve me and resolve my fears.