And so the day was spent catching up on work stuff, napping and… wait for it… cutting up magazines and gluing them together with a purple glue stick! Don’t worry, dries clear.
The intentions are simple, and probably not that different from those I’ve set over the years, but I find that somewhat reassuring. And yes, they’re intentions, not resolutions. Perhaps this is a simple semantic difference, but I think it’s more than that. I think it’s more than Myers-Briggs P vs. J. A resolution, in my mind, is something limiting, often pejorative, and usually unattainable. Quit smoking. Lose 10/20/50 lbs. You know the drill. An intention, then, is more thematic, more fluid, and, for me, more useful.
My intentions don’t seem to change much. I think it’s because life is distracting and busy. But I spent a lot of time in seminary and in my residency and just in general thinking about who I want to be and what I want my life to look like. I have a lot of goals (resolutions, if you will) that I haven’t met yet (let’s not discuss how long I’ve been trying to lose weight and be more fit) but I keep coming around to the same few things:
Do more art.
Stop to pause and reflect. More often than you think is necessary.
Love the people I love. Deeply and truly, and out loud.
Take deep breaths. Often.
Be aware of all that I have, and try not to get distracted by stuff I don’t really need.
Move my body and try not to eat too much crap.
Fight for what is right.
That’s basically it. This year, though, I’m adding a new one:
Admit I’m a mystic. Live it.
More on this later. Here’s the collage:
Happy New Year!
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