We were walking the circle in our neighborhood, taking in the 72 degree air as a gift — a peace offering of the first day of the year. Easy walk. Easy conversation.
“So, 2012. What’s it look like for you?”
He offered a great conversation starter. But he also reached deep. He wasted no time.
He knows that the start of the new year means the start of new creative goals. He knows about the 100 songs and how projects just come tumbling out of me after that impossible year. He knows I aim to stretch and challenge myself again.
He also knows I’m riding waves of soul-stirring and artist-churning. He’s seen me raked and rattled this fall. He’s seen me dismantle myself and rebuild, day by day, page by page. And he knows much is on my horizon. He can see it.
And I can see it.
I dropped my head at his question, inhaling the courage to face my uncharacteristic answer. I’ve given it much thought, and my heart still asks permission. “Can I really do this?” The question echoes through so many hallways of my life right now. The answer is always yes, but it still catches me off guard.
“I don’t know.”
His eyes lifted from the pavement in front of us and studied my face. I think I surprised him. I kept my focus on the steps ahead.
“I have no idea what this year is going to be like. And, with adoption on our horizon and these changes in my work and creativity, I hesitate to impose any intense goals over what could be one of the most life-changing years I’ve ever faced. It’s already different. Too much has already changed, and I still don’t know where this going but I’m not about to prematurely define it. It feels strange, this goal-less-ness. But I don’t think I can set any more expectations on this year. All I can do is have a grasp of the next six weeks. And then I’ll look at the six weeks after that.”
He approved.
Exhale.
Ok. This isn’t crazy. This is a good idea. As wandering as it seems, it’s the right way to start this year.
I do feel a bit adrift at sea. But I’d rather see it as a one-woman cruise. I’m not threatened by this lack of planning. I’m going to embrace it. I’m going to walk this year out day by day, week by week, month by month. I’m not going to get ahead of myself but I am going to run wide open as far and fast as I can.
And for this moment, I’ve got January and February in my sights. And good grief, March can wait.
Not haphazard or unintentional. Just goal-less.
What about you? Are you goal-less this year, or goal-full? What’s on your horizon?