There is nothing like spending time with an old friend, especially an old production friend (with full respect to soldiers, Marines and sailors, these production friends are MY war buddies) for the last 24 hours of a year to put a girl into a vulnerable state of reflection.
2013 was not my favorite year, but not my hardest. It started slow and ended strong. But, I am happy to see it off, letting it go into the past, taking only with me the hard won wisdom I kept showing up to receive. And for now, the three extra pounds that not-running put on the old-er bod.
Am I stuck on what I didn’t get? Namely more money and financial security, a healed body, and a boyfriend? Um, a little. But I know what I have to do to get them in 2014, and how to weather the challenges of receiving them along the way. I plan to start with two things:
Letting go of attachment to desired outcomes. (a.k.a., be present.)
Focusing on manageable steps to build skill. (a.k.a., writing more.)
Oh, and kicking major ass like this lady. (Happy New Year, friends! xo, J.)
Ahhhh a New Year. I am an ardent fan of the calendar’s move from Decembers to Januarys, even if people much smarter than I am would start discussing relativity or some such astrophysics to explain time and space. For me, the New Year is not only a symbol of change, but a tangible shift in perception, from old to new, from tired to refreshed, from stuck to motivated. Although I am not a believer in the making of resolutions if only to be discussed around the water cooler, I am very inspired by reflection, acknowledgement and adjusting my patterns to reach new goals. The good news about all the resolution chatter is that it’s on everyone’s minds at the same time and that is an excellent place to be to take advantage of the collective great energy.
I have also decided that I need a few more days to get my reflections done and my 2012 action plan into place. Slowing down to MY pace instead of trying to match the hyperspeed of the 24-hour news cycle is my first order of business. I want my attention to be focused on the important details, not the din of everyone talking at once. One of my favorite documentaries of 2011 was “Bill Cunningham New York” which follows New York Times photographer Bill Cunningham over a year’s time as he pedals his Schwinn all over New York City snapping photos (on film no less!) of Gotham’s citizens and socialites and what they wear as they go about their days and nights. No other movie brought me as much joy as this one, even in the distinct irony that Bill is an ascetic who could not be more delighted by people and what they wear. The moment that stuck with me the most and will forever is when he says, “He who seeks beauty will find it.” He focuses on the details.
Here is a slice of beauty in my wild tangle of a yard right now, the Meyer lemon tree. These lemons are so fragrant and delicious I am ruined for other lemons for the rest of time. People who used to live here actually stop by to pick lemons from the tree and other former residents won a lemonade contest with these gems. I snapped this on New Year’s Day morning: life giving me some luscious lemons. I accept.