Year’s-end lists can be joyful celebrations. But what if your year wasn’t so joyful?
2018 was one of the toughest, most challenging years I’ve ever had, one that took me down to the studs. It was a fistful of inconvenient truth.
Often, when we talk of transformation and growth, we give it a feel-good patina. That sells magazines. But the truth is, that growth is hard and messy, deeply painful, often ugly and frequently terrifying. It is about trying to dismantle our fear state with a tiny Phillips-head screwdriver. It is a series of confrontations with the self. It is filled with grief over what we must now let go of as well as deep uncertainty about the raw, still-nebulous New Us we’re inching toward.
This morning, while walking my dog (one of the best parts of 2018), I was floored by this moment: Dawn fights its way through a tangle of barren branches, an unformed, struggling mess of fire and light. Reaching. Stretching.
To all you Glorious Uncertain out there, may the messy sun shine on the start to your 2019. I wish you growth and joy in equal measure. Xo #2019 #newyear #courage