Forget resolutions. They leave us cranky and preoccupied.
That’s my current philosophy, at least. I’m a goal-oriented person, though, so I naturally lean into the future. This year, however, as I made my list of goals, the goals sounded flat to my ears. They’re all good goals. Achievable, too.
Maybe that is why I am discontent. (and it’s winter…que Shakespeare on that line…)
Goals are about what we want to achieve. But does that leave room for wonder? If I am so busy looking at the work of my hands, will I remember to look up and see the stars?
This year, I choose wonder. I choose mystery. I choose to let go of the reins and let another heart, another set of eyes guide me.