As I was write this from the balcony of the condo where we’re staying in Gulf Shores, Alabama, the new year is just days away. Below us, waves are crashing onto the shore with gusto, and it’s easy to get mesmerized by the motion.
For every wave, there is an action and reaction – the thrust forward and the retreat back to sea. Again, and again, and again. And every time, the forward action creates far more energy than the retreating action.
I am not a great believer in New Year’s resolutions, though I do like to set personal goals – semantics, perhaps. My number one goal for 2017? Just like the waves, I want to be forward bound.
Lately, I feel like I’ve been stuck in a memory warp, and I’m tired of looking back, or retreating. Perhaps it’s been the holidays, maybe it’s because I’ve carved out more thinking time to work on “the book”, or maybe, I think I can control or even manage things that have already happened. Foolish thinking. And this I know – retreating into my memory bank does not create the necessary energy to move forward.
Tomorrow, we head back to Michigan and the reality of daily life begins again after this little holiday respite, and I’m ready for 2017.
I’m ready to replace fear with hope, doubt with faith, conflict with tolerance. I pledge to read more, write often and talk less. I vow to eat fewer hamburgers and and cookies, and more fish and vegetables, and to sit less and move more.
I want to look back with fondness and appreciation, but move forward with action and commitment. None of us knows what the future will bring, but by golly, I’m ready to face it head on. And who knows, maybe my memories have prepared me the best for that.
Mostly, I want to be like the waves that either take some people by surprise and makes them step a bit livelier, or bring soothing relief to others. Regardless, I want to spend more time moving forward than retreating backwards.
Happy New Year, my friends. May the waves of good health, wisdom, tolerance and patience roll into your life this next year.