The last time I did something for the first time was July 12, 2015. That is the day lifeisaprettyword.com went public. It's been a big ole scary year for me between wrestling my writing demons and not earning a dime. Thankfully, the rewards go well beyond what I imagined were possible. My "work" has been received well, cathartic, and I've experienced more than one breakthrough in how life continues after a loss.
It is almost the new year. Sweet Sixteen some folks have named it. This week we traditionally set goals, make resolutions, and plan how we'll do something new or different next year.
Looking forward, I've set my goals by spelling out sixteen. Try it. You may be surprised at what comes up.
S is for spending fun time.
I is for investing in lifelong learning.
X is for x-ray visioning my way forward.
T is for time in nature.
E is for everyday gratitude.
E is for erring on the side of love.
N is for nodding yes often.
I want to thank you for your support by being a subscriber, by engaging with me, by commenting on the website, and for sharing my messages. Your interactions make ALL the difference.
My wish for you is that 2016 brings all that you long for and sweetness in at least sixteen different ways.
What will you do for the first time in 2016? Are you a goal setter or do you prefer to let life happen organically? Please share your thoughts in the comments below.
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They say it is never too late to apologize. Will forgiveness, understanding, and acceptance make a difference? We can hope.
Whether the forgetting is circumstantial, a lack of mindfulness, or time induced, I don’t like it one bit. Forgetting sucks.
Evil-eyed. Soft-hearted. Absent. Spare-the-rod. Disciplinarian. Mediator. Coach. Present. Dads have as many parenting styles and roles as there are men on Earth. For the most part, they do the best they can.
Standing at her graveside, the elder told the story, in native Anishinaabe tongue, of how the world began. We didn’t know a single word yet understood we were in that place where death and birth meet.
Shortly after my daughter was born, I was so taken in by the miracle of life, I wrote a lengthy composition on our shared birth experience. Writing about her birth and rereading it periodically, I could relive the joy and the possibilities of all that lay ahead.
The loss of innocence and trust hurt worse than the black eye. You can walk away.
You know how it feels. One minute you're enjoying a beautiful wedge of chocolate layer cake with that special someone and the next, it's gone.
That particular Christmas is the last time our table felt full. The memories are still bittersweet.
Sheldon Cooper describes his spot as a "single point of consistency in an ever-changing world", so when I "saw" my dad seated at the next table, the memories came calling.
We all know at least one old soul. Why do we love them so? We delight in their wisdom and long for more.