That’s at the heart of New Years’ resolutions, right? What you want? Who you want to be? The things you want to make happen?
When I read an open invitation earlier this week to share my big dreams for the year, I was tempted. The big ones? What if I really did say them out loud? And what about the smaller ones?
I would much rather talk about dreams than resolutions. With the understanding, of course, that dreams are to be acted upon.
I’m not a big fan of resolutions. I love fresh starts, I love setting goals, but big pronouncements about what I’m going to do THIS YEAR, anything too rigid—and my perfectionist side adores rigid—will eventually paralyze me. Give me a skeleton—a vision—a what do you want—and let me fill in the details as I go. That is work I can lose myself in.
I want to create something I know is too big for me.
I want to keep seeing the beauty.
I want to love better.
I want the things I’ve named in my heart but have to keep there.
I want to read and listen and talk and pray and laugh.
I want to dance with my children.
I want to make things.
I want to push back against fear.
What do you want?
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