I came across a post from last year in which I wrote a few "goals" (because resolutions never work for me) for 2015. Thought it would be fun to see how I did.
• Get a promotion (check - November 1)
• Earn a new designation (whoops)
• Travel to someplace I haven't been (check - a fun trip to Fenway Park in July and a lovely trip to Maine in August)
• Learn to make something in my crock pot (check - I made Buffalo Chicken Dip and chili for a party a few weeks ago)
• Add to my "Rememberlutions Jar" each day (check - not every day, but it's full)
• Self-publish a book (I started it, then got distracted)
• Less searching and worrying (check - though this is a work in progress)
• More faith that things will work out on their own (check - also a work in progress)
• Napping - because napping is important (check)
• Make a few mistakes (check)
Make mistakes? I added that to a list of goals? The point was if you're not making mistakes, you're not trying anything new. I was telling myself to not be afraid of new people, places, or experiences, no matter how great the risk might seem.
For years, I've been afraid to trust anyone with my heart. I was afraid to let anyone in, because I'd been so hurt in the past. This was one mistake I wasn't willing to risk.
I thought the only way I'd ever let anyone in my life was on my terms - no compromise, no change. That way, I was in complete control and couldn't be hurt. No risk.
If you'd asked me last December if I was willing to set aside all my rules and deal breakers, let go of my worry, take a huge leap of faith, and let someone in - I would have said no.
But I did - and that one risk has brought more light, joy, happiness, and love to my life than I ever thought possible.
Now I'm looking forward to filling a jar for next year with even better adventures, places, and fun.
Here's to 2016 - and another jar full of mistakes!