Healthy Growth

I don’t normally set resolutions for the new year, and I believe that 2017 won’t be any different. But I do have a focus for 2017 that will hopefully guide some of my choices and free time.

Yesterday I went to a two-hour mediation session called Vision Day where I did some reflection on this past year. During that time I was able to think about what has been working for me in my life and what could use more attention.

I’m going to call 2017 a year of healthy growth.

I’m going to focus on improving some of the nagging small details of diabetes management that I’ve been avoiding; I’ll be taking some online classes to develop new skills; I’ll be nurturing old friendships and creating new ones. I will make time to read. My health and growth is my number one priority for the year.

Do you have any words or phrases that you’d like to focus on for the new year?

 

Watching & Sketching

I’ve been a bit of an emotional mess in the past couple of months. Some if it has to do with politics and the recent presidential election. Some of it has been more personal than that. But whatever the reason, I’ve found myself over the last couple of months feeling much more guarded than I ever have been in my adult life.

I won’t start listening to a podcast until I can verify that the content is “safe.” I’ve been avoiding television shows that may (even tangentially) mention politics or current events. I’ve been slipping into reruns of the sitcom Taxi, I Love Lucy, and The Brady Bunch. Simply because I know they do not contain content that will make my mind go “there.”

And with wide, open arms, I welcomed the conclusion to The Gilmore Girls this weekend. My friend Jeff wrote these words on Facebook and since they really capture what I’m feeling about the experience I’m just going to quote him:

I needed this, I needed this so much.

I have tears on my face, actual ones… not just metaphorical tears that I say happened when I thought I should feel emotions like a normal person would, but actual salty H20 is leaking out of my eyeholes in response to external stimuli. I also drank two cups of coffee while watching it because it just doesn’t feel right to go through this without coffee in hand – which reminds me that I should go to the store and get donuts with sprinkles, tacos, tater tots, and more coffee before I watch Spring. I may be a little hopped up on coffee. I’m definitely hopped up on coffee.

For almost ten years I’ve been looking at old home movies of dear friends and now they’re back again. We get to catch up and share what’s happened. Everything is different but everything is still the same. It feels wonderful.

One of the exciting things about art is that the delivery method is just as important as the art itself. (And I fully realize that some people wouldn’t even consider¬†Gilmore Girls to be art…we can save the ART vs ENTERTAINMENT discussion for another day.) I’m not sure these four final episodes would have hit me in the same gut – or that my gut would have even been available to be struck – six months ago.

It makes me wonder how many pieces of art (or entertainment) I’ve come across that I wasn’t in the right place to receive. Or how many times I’ve dismissed work as “not my taste” when perhaps a more truthful dismissal would be “not my taste…right now.”