Here’s to 2016

Alright, I’ve got to be real here. I’m sad to see 2015 go. Wait, sad isn’t quite the word. I’m scared to see it go—there, that’s much more accurate. 2015 was a fantastic year. I learned a ton, started to feel more grounded and confidant in myself, met someone awesome, got promoted, finished the first draft of my book and traveled to places I hadn’t seen before.

I’m terrified to see it go. I’ve grown so comfortable in it and 2016 holds some unknowns. There are going to be some changes, potentially a few big ones. It’s no secret that I’m a perfectionist-control freak. So the anxiety I’ve experienced in the past two days is intense.

I have absolutely no idea how 2016 will unfold. I have no clue what my life will look like a year from now, and this truth is driving me mad.

 

 

I like to approach each year with a word or short phrase, something that captures my intention for the year. It’s going to be a year of transitions. Mostly though, it’s going to feel messy. I don’t enjoy mess. I prefer simplicity, clean lines, a plan, an easy spirit (I’m predicting that 2016 will be anything but).

So my intention for 2016: get messy. I don’t want to avoid the mess. Doing so would signify a fear of living. The reality is, we are not guaranteed that life will be simple. It’s hard, it hurts sometimes and controlling every part of each day is not possible. Shit happens to everyone.

Instead of cowering in fear over the start of this new year, I’m going to show up. I’m going to try to embrace each moment, good or bad. I’m going to get messy.

 

 

 

 

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