I keep seeing New Year’s posts from so many–their messages of hope and goals for the new year. It’s funny…January has never really felt like the start of the year. The Jewish New Year in in the fall, right around the start of school. I’ve been influenced more years than not by the school year calendar, even at 44, that fall always feels like the beginning for me. I’m not a resolution maker–I hate making promises that I can’t keep, and for me goals don’t really work. Don’t get me wrong…I’ve achieved a fair amount in this life. I have a master’s degree, I am completing a post-master’s program, I have a thriving (though somewhat struggling at this moment) business, a successful marriage, and a wonderful dog. I own my postage stamp apt in NYC with a view of the Empire State building, not bad, huh? And not one of those things came from a clear and articulated goal–so I don’t make them. I do tend to review the past–it’s been a challenging year. My husband’s job has become increasingly stressful, my business has taken some hits, we’ve needed to scale back on recreation, and extended family is ailing. Still, our home is secure, our heads are above water, our health has been good, and our dog is a delight! I am very thankful. I’m thankful and hopeful. While I’ve embraced an identity as an artist, I have not made it my main focus. I have increased my focus in the last 18 months and it has shown–this blog while not utilized to the fullest, is satisfying to me; I’ve had 2 pieces accepted into juried shows and that has been thrilling; and I’m working on a body of work. Again, thankful and hopeful.
As the new year starts, I carry on. I know that as I move forward a pattern evolves and looking back periodically allows me to see the pattern and fuels my hope for the future. I keep my “future” thoughts fairly near the present–I work at not looking too far ahead. I have no crystal ball and like to keep it that way.
Wishing you all peace.