Hey guys, sorry for the radio silence. It was not intentional ā¦ mostly. The last 6 months have been really intense, and the accumulated stress has left me feeling burnt out. After finally wrapping up my book, I decided to give myself permission to slack for a while. Well, outside of work, anyway. To be honest, itās been challenging. I am so used to a go-go-go pace (which, as exhausting as it is, seems to suit my personality) that slowing down is proving hard to do in any kind of measured way. [I’m sure there’s an analogy to a duck or a swan or whatever water fowl paddling madly, without seeming to break a sweat. Or something.] Anyway, the long and short of it is: I just dropped everything. Talk about all or nothing.
Even as Iāve enjoyed my newly rediscovered ādown timeā (re-reading P.D. Jamesā Adam Dalgliesh novels, messing around with adult coloring books, and going to bed at a more reasonable hour), Iāve been feeling guilty about not accomplishing more. I have such a long list of projects I would like to do (Learning to use a sewing machine! Beading! Drawing! Writing interesting blog collaborations! Writing a follow-up book!) that I perpetually feel like Iām falling behind and wasting my life. Of course, thatās silly, and the rational part of my brain realizes it ā¦ but itās still a difficult notion to shake. Every now and then, Iāll remember that Iām 35 and that the days of āplenty more time for that laterā are, well, not as numerous as a decade ago. And the emotional tailspin begins anew.
Iāve been using some of my free time to think about the new year, which is approaching with alarming speed. In February, the Year of the (Fire) Monkey begins. I was born in August 1980, which makes me a Metal Monkey. My husband was also born in 1980. All of this is all around no bueno for me, come 2016. Iām not superstitious ā¦ except that I totally am, sometimes. As far as I can tell, the advice for someone in my position is to keep oneās head down and not make any waves. Needless to say, thatās like telling a Monkey not to breathe ā weāre just not built that way ā but Iām going to try.
My theme for 2015 was āsoarā, and it proved to be an inspired choice. Looking back, I think I was able to do just that: soar above my fears, in both my personal and professional lives. Heading into 2016, I really wanted to have āreapā as my new theme, because the egomaniac inside is all about measurable success ā¦ and what else could follow a year of soaring except success? But as the clock keeps ticking down on this twelfth month, āreapā doesnāt feel right. It feels presumptuous, even now, which scares me a little ā that uncertainty is either the voice of my fears, or the voice of reason, and neither answer is reassuring ā but Iām trying not to dwell on it. Instead, Iāve been feeling my way towards a different new theme, and coming back to the same one. Or, rather, two. Two words: accept and change.
Accept change.
Probably the two hardest words in the dictionary for me, which is a sign that they are the right choice – right?
Letās tackle āacceptā first. To me, it implies acquiescence and passivity ā the polar opposite of my personality. Itās a negative thing, because good things donāt just happen in my world ā you work for them. You accept bad luck, misfortune, unpleasant but unavoidable events. As for āchangeā, thatās also bad. I hate change, even though I get bored easily and, in one way or another, I am always looking for the excitement of change. I know, it doesnāt make any sense to me either.
My perspective on both of these words is just that: a personal perspective. Neither word carries solely negative connotations ā in fact, both can easily be positive. And itās the positive that Iām aiming to discover in 2016. I want to embrace (not merely acquiesce) in growth (not merely change). I want to shift the way I think about myself and my space in the world. I want to be an optimist. I want to believe that, when you open your arms, what comes is good and true, and not something to be feared. I want to stop being afraid of change; I want to stop trying to control its parameters.
It will be hard.
But thereās no reason why I canāt make it. Iām fully aware of my privilege in having this as one of my biggest challenges. Itās easy peasy in the scheme of things. Practically nothing. And I will try to remember that, even when I give myself permission to wallow in (inevitable, let’s face it) self-pity.
OK, your turn: have you picked your “theme” for 2016? What is it? And if there any other Monkeys out there – let’s commiserate!