For months now only one thought has propelled me forward: 2010.
I have wanted to put the general crappiness of 2009 in my rearview mirror since at least August.
Consequently, I’ve spent a lot of December preparing for the tweenies aka 2010.
I went through box after box of my stuff in storage and weeded out the things I no longer needed, culling from an ever dwindling amount of stuff.
I gave books and clothes to charity, stepped up my meditation practice, took several cleansing bath, enacted a solstice ritual, went belly dancing (whoops that was just for fun), saw a reiki healer (an interesting experience), and even dabbled with the thought of returning to my Catholic roots and going to confession.
Except I couldn’t figure out what to confess, `cause yep I’m just that angelic.
And now, just a handful of days into 2010 guess what? Nothing’s changed. I’ve manifested no miracles. I’m still at the same temp job, still putting in hours of ‘I thought I’d outgrown this’ retail work, still coasting on my parents couch and feeling the deep sting of disappointment that comes from yet another round of employment rejection.
So, for 2010 I’ve made loads of private resolutions, but the one I’m willingly to publicly state is that my goal of for 2010 is to let go.
Let go of what?
Of everything. Of the person that I used to be and the person that I’d thought I’d become, of the job that I thought I’d have, of the way I believed I’d be living, of the people that I thought I’d be sharing my life with.
Because none of that is where I am right now and focusing on that, on what I wanted instead of what I have, is just making me feel worse.
So instead, I’m just going to get very still and very quiet and let life unfurl itself before me. It’s going to do so regardless.