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Dec. 30th, 2017 08:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freixenetTrying to wind up the year (heh, initially typed "wine") and reflect. Studying Buddhism this year--a serious start on studying yoga as a discipline that involves more than poses and breathing--reminds me that all I ever experience is change. It just looks like something else at the time.
That's probably a good insight to take away from the year that's nearly over.
Last year I said to you all, "My 2017 wish for all of my LJ loves: a year in which your worst nightmares are not realized. A year in which you experience a sharp and unexpected joy. A year in which hugs are common and hearts are open." I know I had more hugs this year than I could have imagined. I did experience sharp and unexpected joy. My heart remained open. And although I spent the year in the psychic political hellbrew of gaslighting, fury, and helplessness, the absolute worst has not, actually happened. Although it still looms. :)
My Favorite Things from 2017:
--bought me a shiny new Honda, sparkly diamond white.
--finally reconciling with my goddam body. Almost 3 years after back surgery and 8 months after physical therapy, I got (and got through) cancer, so...I'm ready to dance again.
--the occasion of my tenth wedding anniversary, which we didn't actually celebrate because this year has been a train wreck
--a whole lotta family time. Parents, inlaws, stepkids, nieces, and a bunch of cousins.
--getting an article accepted in a special collection
--meditation instruction certification YES
--keeping my self-growth promises to myself
--the discovery of a fierceness, a late arrival to my personal party but one I have missed for a few years
--the realization (long simmering) that when I hit my earliest retirement age, I'm done. So. Done.
My Worst Nightmare of 2017:
--not breast cancer
--not my husband in harm's way for weeks at a time in a foreign country
You know what it was. I'm sure it was the same item for everyone else. The lunatic petulant child in the Oval Office caused hell for 99% of the American people. Get him out.
My wishes for us all, in 2018: enough resilience to get us through tough times. Let us, in other words, be the spark that starts the fires of revolution.
Hugs to you, every one of you.
That's probably a good insight to take away from the year that's nearly over.
Last year I said to you all, "My 2017 wish for all of my LJ loves: a year in which your worst nightmares are not realized. A year in which you experience a sharp and unexpected joy. A year in which hugs are common and hearts are open." I know I had more hugs this year than I could have imagined. I did experience sharp and unexpected joy. My heart remained open. And although I spent the year in the psychic political hellbrew of gaslighting, fury, and helplessness, the absolute worst has not, actually happened. Although it still looms. :)
My Favorite Things from 2017:
--bought me a shiny new Honda, sparkly diamond white.
--finally reconciling with my goddam body. Almost 3 years after back surgery and 8 months after physical therapy, I got (and got through) cancer, so...I'm ready to dance again.
--the occasion of my tenth wedding anniversary, which we didn't actually celebrate because this year has been a train wreck
--a whole lotta family time. Parents, inlaws, stepkids, nieces, and a bunch of cousins.
--getting an article accepted in a special collection
--meditation instruction certification YES
--keeping my self-growth promises to myself
--the discovery of a fierceness, a late arrival to my personal party but one I have missed for a few years
--the realization (long simmering) that when I hit my earliest retirement age, I'm done. So. Done.
My Worst Nightmare of 2017:
--not breast cancer
--not my husband in harm's way for weeks at a time in a foreign country
You know what it was. I'm sure it was the same item for everyone else. The lunatic petulant child in the Oval Office caused hell for 99% of the American people. Get him out.
My wishes for us all, in 2018: enough resilience to get us through tough times. Let us, in other words, be the spark that starts the fires of revolution.
Hugs to you, every one of you.
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Date: 2018-01-04 02:57 am (UTC)I love your list of favorite things, excellent to dwell on when the unfavorite ones try drive th3 mental agenda. Resilience f94 7s all indeed!
Hugs and a better new year.