On the final month of 2016, I thought about the year that had passed and was hoping for some kind of revelation. I was hoping to finally update this thing with lessons I’ve learned or even join in on all the public declarations of what 2017 will be. But as the days went by, I kept waiting for enlightenment but all that came to me was anxiety. So when the time came for my family’s yearly tradition of sharing our resolutions at New Year’s Eve dinner, I had nothing. Not that I hadn’t thought about it; I just couldn’t seem to crystalize what I had planned for myself into a clean list of resolutions. I spewed whatever I could think of in the moment and proceeded to fidget in my seat feeling a little embarrassed.
2016 was the year I made big decisions. I let go of many things and people in my life. I said goodbye to old friends, a career, and even to a certain degree, my financial independence. I knew all these choices were made in preparation for something bigger–a “new and better Me.” Sure, letting go can feel cathartic. But when that initial high begins to dissipate, you’re left with the much scarier question: What now? Continue reading “New Year, New Me?”