This weekend I smiled into an azure sky jeweled with tender pink blossoms. Spring comes, opening new life.
The sweet fragrance of growth reminded me of my words for the year. Turn the page.
Turn to new. Turn to growth. Turn to dreams. Turn to daring. Turn the page. Write the next chapter. Live in the journey.
The last few days of February are about to slip away and with them two months of days. Two months of our fresh twelve opened anew such a blink ago. Your goals. Your word. Your resolutions. Are they still coursing with your heart breath? Did time, deadlines, to-dos swirl more than you hoped or intended, drawing your new page from the reach of your pen?
It’s ok.
Draw a breath. A deep one. And breathe them back.
2018 is your year. This is your moment. This is your dream.
This is your life.
Breathe that vision until it becomes a part of who you are and can no longer drift away unclaimed, unheard.
Map it.
Did you decide where you are going? What are you after? And what are the steps you need to take to get there? Little steps are still steps! But you must first have a destination. And then. We. Must. Step.
Schedule it.
We schedule the things. The urgent. The necessary. Jotted in our calendar. Carved. Designated gifts of our life. Are you reserving life for the important? That word? That vision? Set apart. Valued. Ready to be claimed.
Shape it.
Success is in the adjusting… because life just isn’t stationary. We change, just as every element around us changes. So our aspirations may also change. Let that change be for good. For growth in depth, in breadth, in clarity, and creativity. Shape it—like a potter’s hands in fresh clay.
Choose it.
Every morning, even as we open our eyes, we begin a new day of choices. The day will make them for us if we aren’t intentional, and time can unwind like a spinning top. Or we can gaze courageously into the day with clear vision. The carved way, time and shape? Now we choose them like blazes marked on the trail, even if you can see but one at a time. Choose the journey!
Celebrate it.
When my boys and I hike a new trail, the climb up can be slow. Each change of perspective brings a muse. The next turn. The next elevation. We marvel at the discoveries. We revel in scaling a steep rock, squeezing through narrow crevices, meticulously navigating the treacherous. We stop with hand holds to the one coming behind us. We look for guidance from the one going before us. We congregate to pause, to marvel, to reveal our unique lens to one another. It’s the shaping of the story. Celebrated. Shared.
So, too, is life—your collection of dreams being reached. It’s worth gathering, sharing, celebrating—this shaping of your story with one another.
Yes. Spring, you are so welcome here. We’ll breathe you deep. And keep stepping into the new spaces. Penning our stories.
Turn the page.
