A Different Sort of Resolution
Watch less TV. Move my body more. Spend less time on my phone. Write every day. Oh, and we can’t forget the classic—lose weight.
I admit it. Most years, I fall prey to the New Year’s Resolution Industrial Complex. I’m being glib, of course, but the struggle is real. Wanting to enjoy life more so easily morphs into be a better person and that’s a slippery slope into the hustle/grind/buy our society relies on. I vowed to be more gentle with myself this year. That includes looking to the vernal equinox as a more legit time for fresh starts and focusing on things that bring more joy rather than make me more productive. It also includes looking outward and thinking about who I want to be in the world.
That last bit is the scary part. I mean, have you seen the world lately? The hermit vibes are strong with me, and the state of things is making that worse not better.
And yet. I’m reminded time and again that humanity is community. That community is love and mutual support and hope. You gotta show up if you want those things.
For me, coaching is one of those ways I show up. Helping folks get a handle on their passions, set goals, and confront those insidious little inner critic voices is when I feel most myself, like I’m living my purpose. (Well, this balanced with writing, cooking, gardening, and building stuff. I am an introvert, after all.)
To that end, my resolution this year is to do more of that. And to do it with the creatives, the queers, and all the other people our current administration would prefer kept their lights under baskets. Since accessibility is a big part of that equation, I’m shrinking my areas of focus and cutting my rates in half.
I imagine I’ll find myself a bit busier but a bit more fulfilled. I’m hopeful it inspires at least a few folks who’ve been on the fence to take the leap, to prioritize their passions and feel like they don’t have to do it alone—whether it’s writing the novel, building the bookcase, or having the uncomfortable conversation,
