Clarity
A year ago, I woke up in the middle of the night and filled half a journal with ideas for the coming year. As the sun began to rise, I knew that 2009 would be the year I began yoga teacher training, and I would begin writing my first book. I fell asleep emptied and full at the same time, clarity washing over me with greater softness than 500 thread count sheets.
As January 2010 reaches the halfway mark, I find myself aching for a similar moment of clarity. I’m at a crossroads, both artistically and professionally, triggered in part by my recent move from DC to NY. What do I want to accomplish in the coming year? Or, as my therapist might encourage me to reframe the question: What do I want to experience?
The underlying question, it strikes me, is: Who do I want to be?
Personally I’ve never been able to establish that in the abstract; I’ve needed to be actively not being the person I want to be to get useful data on why that was…
Good point…I guess I’m trying to process the data and spit it back out in a clear/constructive way, if that makes sense.
I have a few years that I had that sme kind of clarity going into them, and enjoyed seeing plans come to fruition. Lately though, I’ve also enjoyed the adventure of letting life unfold around me. It’s less productive, in concrete terms, maybe, but it’s been an enlightening journey.