Last year, I wrote a post about a friend who chooses a word for the new year instead of making resolutions. I love this idea and for the past few years, I’ve done the same. Last year, my word was explore and I must say my year lived up to my word.
I discovered a number of new hiking and biking trails and took a great solo trip to explore Door County, WI–a place I’d always wanted to visit.
I’ve also spent a lot of time this year exploring meditation on my own and in a group setting. Both have proved to be quite beneficial and rewarding.
And I’ve been exploring another platform for my writing and have posted a number of articles there. Needless to say, in exploring that site I’ve been neglecting this one. It’s been hard to keep up with both.
Back in September, I wrote a post about times when I get tugged back into an old familiar pain. It could be triggered by a photo I see on social media or by meeting someone who reminds me of someone who’s caused me hurt. Something about the photo or the person tugs me back into an old familiar pain. I feel a sting and a wave of grief washes over me.
A painful event happened this weekend that in the past would have caused a wave of sorrow. But this time, what I felt was anger. What I saw caused me to raise both middle fingers in the air, which were accompanied by several slightly audible f-bombs.
I should note, I didn’t express this to the person directly. I ducked into the bathroom first.
One of the things I love about living in Minnesota is the change of seasons. Each one has a different energy and aspect to appreciate. The rhythm and cycle of the seasons help me feel connected to the earth and to nature. They keep me grounded.
I heard an interview once with the wife of Dr. Seuss and she shared something that surprised me. She said that he didn’t write for others. He wrote for himself. If people liked what he wrote, so be it! But that wasn’t the reason he wrote.