Holy smokes, we made it. We made it to 2021. We crossed the threshold from 2020 into a new year. And we know it’s all been a pretty rocky ride to get to this moment. It’s been horrific and frightening and endlessly shocking, but also abrim with hope, change, community, beauty, and a consistent, indefatigable drive to imagine and strive towards a new day, a new dawn . . .
Hello, new year
It's 2016!
My husband and I stayed in last night, of course, as so many of us with animals do on these bacchanalian holidays, and endured a panting, pacing, panicking shepherd mix twisting her head maniacally towards the celebratory explosions in the sky until around 2 AM. Yay! Kablamo! Happy new year! Crikey.
OK, all that wild, inconsolable canine terror aside, a new year invites the very real opportunity to loosen the grip of whatever (or whoever) isn't serving you well and to create your own damn future, filled with much more of what you love, much less of what you loathe, and an expansion of this thing we're all in together.
I read this recently on Instagram and, heck yeah, it sounds hokey as shit, but it can be enlightening + powerful, seeing the disparity in those things and recognizing that you have the power to make changes in your world.
MAKE A LIST OF THINGS THAT MAKE YOU HAPPY
MAKE A LIST OF THINGS YOU DO EVERY DAY
COMPARE THE LISTS
ADJUST ACCORDINGLY
with love from me and Deb and the rest of the Lily Spindle cohorts.
xx - Rebecca