Recently saw a throwback to the winter of 1999, when we thought the machines would turn on us at 11:59:59? “Remember to turn your computer off before midnight on 12/31” the ad said. Hysterics. Hysterical and it got me thinking, at 11:30 on 12/31, “What if this–this particular Wednesday night countdown–was the last 30 min. countdown of the whole story?”
“They licked their plates of Pinterest and HGTV for three hours…ever after in jammies…Fin.” Black screen.
I had done nothing but feel like I’d let someone down. Way down. In jammies. Nothing we could’ve done about it either.
With a blank page on that calendar, have you questioned your things yet: motives, plans, how you spend time, your fill-in-the-blank of what matters most? It’s been 24 hours. For me, it’s been 4 years flown by and 24 hours of trying to pull up sweet memories of moments lost to mind-less-ness.
J says you only remember the pieces marked by the extremes–the über happy or discontent. That’s all?
This blank white month has one thought written on it. Still retracing letters:
“[W]hat makes you feel strong? (–not talking about the traditional human resources kind of stock answer, like what you think your talents are, or what you’re best at during the day.) But literally this — what makes you feel strong?”
“So much of the time, we’re all focused on what needs improving, the gaps and cracks, the broken places. What about the moments in the day when we feel so clear and calm that we don’t think about anything else? What if we organized our days around those moments? What if the bulk of our work came from that place of strength?” paraphrase, Shauna Ahern, glutenfreegirl
(For the record, I have a thing for this girl.)
What are your sources of strength–not what you do impressively well, but what makes you really well, re-grounded and calm? Or who does?
Make a new list. Re-prioritize mindful “organization,” of strong, grounded, clear, real-calm moments. It is of utter importance, it seems, when it comes to counting years.
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Pictured: I stumbled upon this quote some time ago, written on a stranger’s chalkboard somewhere in the world. Twitter. It is a charming remembrance around endings (and beginnings); paired with a striking work captured by Fan Ho. Happy New Year!