Excavating insights buried in life’s busyness before the year passes.
You know how guys typically want to solve a problem rather than listen to it? How they prefer to fix it and move on?
I think we might be the same with our bodies, no matter what our gender.
I know I am.
When my body complains, whether with an ache or an illness or a tough emotion, I’d rather move the discomfort along as fast as possible rather than sit down and listen to what is being expressed through it; unless it insists, by refusing to depart.
Being “cool” was REALLY important to me growing up, but I don’t need to be the cool mom. In fact, it’s a red flag when my son tells me that his friend said I’m “cool.” Parenting isn’t a popularity contest. It’s a privilege and a vocation and a sacrifice–of coolness–every day.
I have learned so much, and I have so much to learn; and these two will always go hand in hand.
Just this month, I learned that although I practice conscious living (as a human being, a student and a teacher), I have a lots of anxiety.
I carry a large chunk of that in my stomach.
Instead of noticing that anxiety, and feeling into it, and listening to it, I distract myself.
51 one years and I’m still learning new things about myself.
That’s pretty cool.
(But how did I miss it?)
I danced a lot this year.
I helped launch a son into a semester break abroad.
I watched my baby grow taller than me.
I began co-teaching with my husband.
I spent 10 weeks away from home.
I endured an emergency root canal.
I missed Halloween.
I did not not finish “my book.” I took lots of stabs at it, from all different angles. I’ve despaired. There have been many more nightmares straddling the conflicting desires of privacy and expansion. The desire persists.
AND what about you?
What say you in farewell to 2014?