Woke up this morning with a word.
Like, “this is my word for 2020.”
NOoooooooo, I said to myself, remember????
I swore up and down that I was NOT participating in that kind of stuff this year.
I saw that wave coming a month ago and determined NOT to ride it.
No resolutions.
Even if I’ve done that every year since I was 11 or 12.
No “new year, new me” business.
None of the “THIS IS MY WORD (or mantra) FOR 2020.”
Uh-uh.
No way!
I’m just growing authentically and doing what I do this year. Whatever that is. However it happens. I am finally just making peace with myself exactly the way I am – acknowledging internally how I’ve tried my whole life to be Christ-centered and in tune with Divinity.
I can trust the path before me.
I don’t have to try to control it, man.
I don’t need to seize the day and make radical transformations.
I’m walking with God and that’s all I need. End of story.
But then…
Then I noticed how strong the winter solstice energy was.
And the new moon/solar-eclipse energy.
I noticed how much truth there is in the way… the way this really is the season for planting the seeds that you want to have growing over the next year.
I could see that whether you do it intentionally or not, that’s what happens. There are seasons for planting, and what you think/feel/ponder on is what’s going in the ground.
So… might as well… like, be aware of what you’re doing in that window. Make sure, while it’s planting season, that what you think/feel is aligned with where you want to be heading.
I guess you could say that I tried to drop my “tied to the calendar” tradition, and discovered an even more powerful tradition underneath it.
Huh.
Okay.
And I guess that rather matches my word for the year.
Ugh.
Still can’t believe I have one of those.*
*thus illustrating why this is the perfect word for me. lol.
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