I did not wait for January to get back to myself; I wanted to return to myself before that. The month of January is usually when people make plans and try to change, but I didn't wait that long to make a change and get back to being myself.
I started doing things. This was because of the choices I made, the quiet courage I found and the fact that I learned to listen instead of trying to push the learning process of gentle choices and quiet courage.
There were times when it felt like progress was not going well. The body would say slow down and be patient. At times like these, the heart needs to be treated with kindness rather than being pushed too hard. Progress felt fragile. The heart needed kindness more than discipline and toughness.
Still, I stayed. Not out of force, but out of care.
This new year does not feel like a brand new start to me. It feels like things are just going on from where they left off, in a very gentle way. The new year is, like a chance for me to take care of the woman I was and to softly grow into the woman I am becoming.
I am not starting over.
I am allowing things to deepen. I want things to get more serious and meaningful. I am giving things the space to deepen. This is what I am doing with the things that matter to me: trust to expand.
This year, I am going to walk with more compassion. I have a clearer idea of what I want, and I have a quiet feeling that I am exactly where I need to be, with my life and my compassion and my intention.
Not a reset.
A gentle unfolding đź’ś