In the not-so-distant past there was the Year of Everything Will Change. Then the Year of Hard Decisions. That was followed by the Year of Digging Deep. And then just last year was the Year of Being Still. I’m not sure where the labels come from or how they settle on me but sometime in mid-January I realize that they have already taken up residence in my psyche. Sometime after the hubbub of Christmas and my birthday is over, when I’m finding room to breathe, I feel the challenge there in front of me. And I’m comforted by the realization that something deep inside me already knows what I need to keep growing.
What will this be the year of?