It’s the last day of 2020, so I want to use the space of my daily practice to celebrate this day and this year.
And what a year this has been.
The world, or at least a large part of it, has been shaken and beaten my a thing so small we can’t see it without a microscope.
Personally, I am grateful for many things, but mostly for the quality of the conversations I had. As if this pandemic has silenced a lot of noise, so I was able to hear the voices of others with more clarity. Or maybe, it’s because such an intense emotional year brought up more profound questions in everyone. What I know is that I really enjoy meaningful and inspiring conversations even with unexpected people. And for that, I am incredibly grateful.
This year I’ve learned, or I should say accepted, that I am messy. We all are probably, at least in some ways. I am, for sure. Messy, complex and non-linear in how I sense, think and do things. When I try to force a linear structure on myself to be more productive, it increases the tension without significant results. I’ve learned that I can achieve a lot more if I play with my messiness.
I’ve also realised that, more often than not, who I work and play with is more important than the why, how and what. With the right people, I can do magic. To nurture the meaningful relationships in my life is the most important thing, everything else ensues from that.
So, next year will be full of creative messiness, meaningful connections and inspiring conversations.
And to make it happens, I need to dare!
That’s my word for 2021; Dare.
Dare to suck, to ask, to share, to dream big.
Dare to be me.