The holidays are over and I am both relieved and a little sad. I love the holidays and we have enjoyed this Christmas but I am relieved to be on the other side of the spending mania and media bombardment of what the holidays are supposed to look like.
Now that they are over and I am in their wake, I am reflecting on where I want to go this year, what I am supposed to focus on. The idea of acceptance has been surfacing again and again since I ran my first marathon in November. I have prayed about it, journaled about it, talked to mentors and friends about it and I am convinced that 2016 is the year of acceptance. Acceptance, along with forgiveness, is the last stage of the grief process. It is a powerful stage full of freedom. This year I will move toward acceptance in many aspects of my life and I am fully looking forward to the journey.
I got my daughter a Ripstick for Christmas. This is like a skateboard with 2 wheels instead of 4. It is deceptively difficult to get the hang of it, but I decided to give it a try.
Part of learning something new, of acquiring a new skill, moving into a new emotional space, growing is accepting where you are in the process. I lost count of how many times I have fallen down but I tried to stay patient with myself, accept myself for where I was and keep trying.
And I've picked it up. Maybe not as well as my 8 year old but not too bad for an "old" lady. It's fun: to learn something new, to prove that I can still learn new things, hard things, physical things.
That's a good start to this year.
