I am lousy at new years resolutions.
Instead, I try to focus on a general state of mind for the new year and hope that the spirit of its intention carries me through.
I want to start off the new near naked. (Metaphorically of course as the house party I’m intending on going to, may have some guests that object to the literal interpretation of that phrase).
I want to be unburdened of the regret and negativity that has clouded my thoughts at points over the last year.
I want to be naked of the self doubts and inhibitions that have tainted my actions and words.
I want to be free from the anxiety and guilt that has burdened my psyche.
I want to let loose the the bad memories and baggage that I’ve grown accustomed to…even comforted by, in their familiarity.
I want to only carry with me the great, wonderous and beautiful things of this past year.
Those people, those moments, those conversations that have renewed my spirit and reminded me that I am capable of love and being loved more than I could have otherwise fathomed…these I consider precious cargo.
I want to carry with me the joy and the vigor that came from the passionate confessions of honesty and earnest intentions.
I want to ink into my skin, to carry with me year over year, those moments where I’ve learned more about myself than I cared to admit, and found myself renewed, wiser, and more compassionate with that knowing.
Those opportunities and situations where I’ve found my self blessed by insight, care, kindness, and generosity – these are the things I hope my new year will spill forth.
For you folks who have been an extraordinary part of my life this past year, I love you. Without question and hesitation. And I carry the hope of continued friendship and joy, kindness and the abandon that comes with impervious trust with me into the new year.
All things can be new again.
I go forth, as best as I can, into the new year naked.
And you? I wish you the same.