It feels as if this is a moment we’ve all been working towards for so long. 2020 has been A Year unlike any other that we’ve known. Time itself has seemed tenuous and changeable, whether elastic or like wading through thick mud. Very little has been certain, day-to-day.
We’re stepping into a new calendar year with even more trepidation than usual, and (perhaps) greater awareness of the weight of what might lie ahead. But also with hope – because that is what keeps us moving on.
I rarely make New Year’s resolutions, as that’s always been a Samhain thing for me. But after some extremely fallow writing weeks, ideas have tapped on my brain to be noted and shared; maybe even looked back on next December.
Moving into 2021, I hope…
To keep rediscovering my strength. Ditto bravery. Fear and weakness can have their time, and then be overcome.
To explore my creativity. Be it fiction in places that I’ve not explored before, or new and intriguing skills. Also…
To allow myself to make mistakes. To mess up, trip up and then pick myself up. It’s all part of the journey. Blame and guilt are not helpful.
To keep speaking my truth, and digging deep when necessary to see what that means.
To allow myself to share more without shame.
To learn to love myself as I am, here and now.
To make and share my own personal magic.
To not give up.
Step, step, step…
Stay safe, friends. Thinking of you all. We’ll see each other again soon.
The Catbox 