The end of this year is slowly drawing near and, as I sit here, waiting to return to the UK, I find myself thinking of the year to come.
It’s bittersweet to let go of 2019 as it means letting go of my time here in Australia and facing the rhythm of life back in Brighton which I enjoyed getting away from.
I enjoyed time with my family.
I enjoying visiting new places.
I enjoyed getting into a new rhythm which was of a slower beat.
So part of my reflections are about how I can incorporate a slower pace back home when I often feel like I’m functioning at a sprint-like pace.
I’m not sure how that will be possible without changing something.
I find myself dreaming about the return to full-time with compressed hours to have a day a fortnight just to myself. And in equal measure feel delight at the thought of some space and time to myself and apprehension about abandoning my Friday with Jenson.
I know the stride that Gregg and myself got into at the end of the year – eating dinner as a family – broke our rhythm of eating in front of the TV in a zombie-like state when Jenson was asleep and feel like that commitment will continue to be important so we connect as a couple and make more conscious choices about how we spend our evenings. Reading or talking more than consuming mindless media.
Being intentional with my phone will also be important. Getting offline more often than I’m online to quieten my mind.
Continuing to listen to myself and the signs I feel internally – the amped-up stress hormones, the jingly nerves, the unfurling feelings of overwhelm – to stop when things start to get out of control.
And as my sister pointed out as she drove us to the airport, not filling every day full to the brim will also be an important factor. Allowing and embracing time to just be instead of the snowball roll of activity needs to feature more in 2020.
Another reflection I have is how I hope that 2020 will be a year of radical self-love.
I was doing a visual meditation the other day and, in it, found myself in front of a horse. With great love and respect, I stroked its velvet nose and neck. And felt the call through this meditation for me to treasure myself in the same way I did the horse.
I long for that – to be firmly rooted in self-love and honour myself as a default in all I do. To carry with me a self-love that allows me to put up fierce boundaries and to be someone who loves themselves exactly as they are.
I find those sorts of people enchanting, attractive, enticing. People who are firm in their self-worth in a world that tells us we’re lacking feel almost dangerous, definitely rebellious and that’s what I feel is around the corner for me.
And I dare to believe that 2020 might be the year that I step into that.
I also sense that 2020 will be a year of growth.
A year of learning how to value different opinions and lean into disagreement with others.
A year where I let go of my notion of self a little bit to explore who I could be.
A year where I stretch myself intellectually, emotionally, physically in different ways yet to be explored.
Where I lean into what it means to be a person as a connected part of the planet.
Where I explore who I am and where I want to be.
And I’m starting to feel excited the prospect of it as I start to loosen my grip on 2019 and let go of what was to make space for what is to come in the year ahead.