New Year, No Resolutions

What’s the use of setting goals when your compass shows no direction?

Ithaca

I am not walking toward you
with a map.

I move by hard-to-answer questions,
by light breaking tentatively through mist,
by the feeling that something ahead
already knows my name.

If I arrive, please let it be slowly.
Let the road shape me.
Let becoming
be the destination

I may reach.

Or not.

It’s a new year.
It’s finally here.

And yet, it’s past 3 a.m., and I can’t sleep.

I keep thinking that maybe I should have had some New Year’s resolutions in place. I don’t. And for the first time, I find myself thinking they’re utterly useless, ridiculous even.

What’s the use of setting goals when your compass shows no direction?
When you have no North Star to guide you, every step risks being the wrong one.

So instead, a different question arises from deep within.

Who do I want to be?

What does the woman I aspire to become look like?
What values does she live by?
What kind of life does she quietly yet deliberately build?

Only once I understand her can I begin to design a roadmap. Her daily actions, small systems, gentle habits,that might help me move closer to embodying her.

What I’m craving isn’t yet another list of resolutions I won’t follow through on.
It’s alignment.

Alignment with the woman I want to become.

And I’m thinking maybe that’s the most honest place to begin.

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