I am sitting on a plane in Detroit, delayed at least an hour because LaGuardia isn't letting anyone land right now. All around me, the Christmas cheer seems to have given way to something else...something less cheerful. Maybe it is the sadness that creeps in when leaving family after the holiday celebration. Or it could be the mounting stress of returning to reality. Or perhaps yet, it's the quiet reflection that sets in as the freshly made memories do the same.
I am sitting here, in the dark, feeling...hopeful.
Not only do I have so much to be thankful for - family who I love dearly, friends I couldn't live without, and countless blessings - but I also have so much to look forward to. If 2011 was all about hanging on for dear life as everything around me changed, 2012 is a self-decreed year of exploration for me. A discovery of myself and with careful planning, a year of paying forward at least some portion of the kindness and generosity that has been shown to me.
I have 3 goals for this upcoming year:
Go places, try new things...with the curiosity and confidence of a child (and not an adult
fully aware of all that could go embarrassingly wrong)
Give. In whatever way the situation calls for. Give time. Give focus. Give a hand. Give a hug. Share what I can tangibly give with those who have not.
Write about all of it, and continue to invest in writing more.
That's it. Simple. This year, I just want to be a better person. Sport and working out will be a big part of it, but more the foundation. I'll be running, doing P90x, yoga, and dance - all of which I am very excited about. And maybe, if I can find a pool, one triathlon this year. The big things will revolve around the 3 goals however. After a year of trying to heal and find the light in my eyes, this next year will be about really trying to take that and find a way to share it.
I am so full of hope.