The new year has come around. Last year was so busy, so involved, my feet didn’t seem to hit the ground. Work, exams, more work, harder work, and then fighting the proposed changes to our way of life. Rage against the machine! Revolution! We will be heard!
Life became so busy; I think we forgot who we were. Who we are. Scurrying around, trying to fit everything in… We squeeze out time to talk, to think and to pray; time to listen, and time to simply be.
I haven’t made any New Year’s resolutions this year, I haven’t done that for a long time, but we have come up with some objectives for the year.
I’m sure they’re repeated countless times across the globe: shed a few pounds, run a half marathon (I’ll keep you posted about that), save money, not leave things until the last minute.
But I also want to scurry less, and be more. Be still, be centered, and not fill my life with mindless nonsense, so that when I am called to be justifiably busy I can be calm and efficient.
With that in mind, I plan to sign up to that photography course, and then spend the rest of the evening curled up in an armchair, listening to Einaudi and reading the life-changing magic of tidying (Marie Kondo) and then possibly a bit of John for Everyone by Tom Wright.
Rowan often tells me we all have a sphere of concern and a sphere of influence, and the key to peace is reconciling the two.
I think I’ll make that my New Year’s Resolution.