I don’t make resolutions as much as intentions. A resolution can be kept or broken. An intention is a standard the can be measured up to. When trying times come, the intention remains, standing tall like a stick stands in the mud. My intention for 2020 is to remind myself that, “I Am Here.”
I spent a good portion of the last decade worrying. I worried about past mistakes, about future challenges, and about if I would ever become successful. I can happily report that most of what I worried about was nonsensical, though some of it manifested as I had thought. For instance, I didn’t yet die from running a hard workout, but Flow Training hasn’t taken off as I had hoped, meaning I’m running tight on cash.
But there is good news through it all: I am still here. My feet are planted firmly on the ground and my life, though uncertain, continues on. Joyfully.
You know the smell of burning hair? The one that occurs when your hairs are singed as you carelessly cook on a gas stove? If you’re like me, you almost instantly get upset at yourself, wondering how you could be so foolish. You fail to recognize the bigger picture: maybe your hairs got burned so your skin wouldn’t have to.
2019 was the year of anger over singed hairs. 2020 is the year of gratitude for the burns and no expectations for anything less the next time I cook. 2020 is for being here, now, as the late Ram Das suggested.
I Am Here, and that’s what matters.