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I did not write an intentions blog post last year. I remember exactly why. I wrote down my intentions elsewhere, in my Ink & Volt exercises (and yes, last January I invoked Brad Feld and said, “I wish I could do what the cool VC guys do.” I repeat myself. It’s fine. If I say it twice, I must mean it.)
I met my goals and lived up to my intentions beautifully last year, ahead of schedule. I looked back at my posts from January 2018 and they made me very sad. I was crushing myself. I was not at all a friend to myself. I did some extraordinary and brave things and told myself I was stupid and heartless to do them. No. I was right the first time. Once I got some momentum going, living in truth was unstoppable, and I have lived in truth as best I could for 2018. I look back at least year’s Ink & Volt lists, and the blog posts, and recall the conversations with friends and see how small and scared I was then. I wonder if I will look back a year from now and see the same thing, next year when I am that safe giant.
Or maybe this will be a year for consolidation, for cementing all of that behavior change when it will get really challenging. Maybe this will be the year that I say that it’s okay for me to have all the good stuff. Because even as I’m typing and thinking about the move and how great it’s going to be and the rugs I want to buy, I have that old fear, that something bad is going to happen. That it’s not going to be really great after all. That it can’t really be great for me.
Here is the antidote: I note, record, and revel in how this has been truly the best year of my life. This year, when I walked into many of nightmares and continued walking. (Did I write that already? I think I did. I must really mean it.) This year I learned that I could do that, walk into the nightmare. I learned that even a nightmare truth is better than pretty lies. The solidity of knowing the worst is better than the wobble-board of fearing the worst. And there were so many people holding my hand as I walked into and through the nightmare. I never thought that would be the case, but they showed up. This might have been the hardest year of my life, but I don’t think so– I’ll have better perspective later. When I put aside the fear, I had more room for happiness and joy. When I detached from a grading system that would always fail me, I felt more successful. I made things possible that seemed impossible just weeks before.
So… Even if my new apartment is less congenial and commodious than I hope; even if my neighbors are loud; and the water pressure in the shower remains unworthy of the name; and the cable cord is strung along the ceiling rather than the floor and it vexes me every single day and I have to stay home and pay money to get it changed; even if I run through my savings and have to borrow more from my parents; even if I buy all the wrong rugs and lamps; even if my stuff won’t fit in my new apartment and I have to rent a storage space for my Pesach dishes and college memorabilia and suitcases. Even if lose my job. Even if friends break my heart by leaving me because I have left Daniel. Even if I never find the love I hope for. Even if all those things at once, the last year is indelible. It happened. I am the me that did that. I am also the me that undermined herself for decades, see, consolidation, above. But a strong counterstory is emerging. “Is emerging” as if it were a gas or natural phenomenon. No. I AM CREATING a strong counterstory. I am living a strong counterstory.
My main intention in 2019 is Abundance. I have elsewhere told myself it’s abundance, not excess, but I’m going to excise the negative from my intention. I know the difference between abundance and excess. One makes me happy and the other makes me anxious, so I don’t have to wag my finger at myself and warn myself away from too much (I’ve overspent this past week, and I’m struggling a lot with that.)
4:04, with breaks