For the past few years, I've chosen one little word to guide me through the new year rather than a list of resolutions that never seemed to change from year to year. Like most people, it seems, resolutions just don't work all that well for me in changing my actual behavior.
Last year my word was Cultivate. I had grand plans. Some worked out, but mostly 2017 seemed to be a year of misplacing my mojo.
Y'all. It was a hard, hard year.
I'm not ready to say I've lost my mojo---but it has definitely gone MIA.
I'm pretty sure my mojo and my joy ran away together. They are probably living it up on a sandy beach somewhere at this very moment when I am putting fuzzy socks on my feet since it is a brisk 25 degrees outside here in my neck of the woods this morning.
I am a joyful person by nature.
I don't typically run to melancholy.
Kids often tell me I'm happy all the time.
But 2017 just felt...meh.
People don't always like to talk about the hard times.
Sometimes it is viewed as being negative.
The truth is, though, that life happens to all of us. Some good, some bad.
Pretending everything is great all the time doesn't work long-term.
I'm not about to bad-mouth anything or anyone.
I'm not even about to share details.
But I am speaking my truth when I say this year has been a heckuva hard year and I am changed.
So, this year, I'm setting out to find my missing Joy.
I know my mojo will return with it----they are besties and partners-in-crime.
I am remembering my locus of control.
I am remembering that the answer is also to love more, not less.
I am remembering that perfection is an illusion.
“I just do the best I can to face what life brings. That’s the secret, you know. That’s the way you change your fate.”
― Alice Hoffman, The Rules of Magic
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