A new year has come upon us, and I find myself experiencing a sense of urgency for no particular purpose or reason. Here is this urge to write, but I really have nothing about which to write. It’s like getting a new rod and reel but being nowhere near the water; you want to flick your wrist, but there’s nothing to reel back in. However, I will start going to the motions anyway as I am sure I will find myself by the waters before I know it.
There’s always the promise of the New Year, but I’m really not sure what it’s supposed to be this time around. Yeah, I’m going to try and get in better physical shape, I’m going to try to learn some new skills, and maybe dive a little bit deeper into my current interests, but I’m doing that every year. There’s nothing really exciting and new that I can foresee on the horizon, and that distresses me a little bit. The distress arises from that suspicion that maybe that this is all there is. Experience tells me otherwise, but there is still that nagging.
Let me clarify, there’s nothing good that I can foresee on the horizon – there are plenty of ominous events lurking about the radar screen. I’m currently trying to determine which ones I should evade and which I need to tackle head-on. My natural tendency is avoidance, but my reward for that behavior is a growing feeling of cowardice. I’m not seeking confrontation, but I’m learning more and more that sometimes the direct path is the best.
There are lots of other thoughts in my head I’m working on sorting out. Fragments of plans, ideas, philosophies, and beliefs. Like an attic that’s running out of space, my brain is filling up and needs to be organized. Some thoughts need to be put to the curb, and others need to be restored. If you choose to follow along, you might even get to see the yard sale. Sometimes it will be abstract, sometimes personal, or perhaps instructional, but at least I hope to make it interesting for you.
Until the next time…