Some years come in with a smile and a wave – with lessons that you proclaim from rooftops and memories that you are eager to photograph and display on your walls in big, beautiful frames. This was not one of those years. Instead it was… sticky. The lessons I’ve learned have been rich, yet messy. It seems that everything I’ve touched has carried the marks of these messy lessons and all is connected; covered with a fine layer of sticky honey that binds them together. Sweet, but difficult to share.
Ultimately, there are stories that are not mine to tell. I will not try to explain it all away. I will not eloquently write to you about every lesson that is forming me into the woman I am and the woman who I will be. As important they are and as sentimental as I am, even I must realize when things need to be done. Acknowledge when you need to walk away and kiss something goodbye.
2013 was a year of oh so many things. Things that have past. Good and hard.
Now welcome to 2014.
This is the year that is a blank slate, full of possibility and hope. Do you know what hope breeds? Joy. The Bible commands us to be joyful in hope. Hope gives birth to joy. So in the hope of what God has in store for 2014, I will rejoice and give thanks.
See, I think that New Years may be my favourite holiday. It’s bittersweet, horribly sentimental, and full of fresh beginnings. That’s about as Olivia Approved as you can get. I usually prefer to be alone as the clock turns, a cup of coffee in hand and a journal to scribble down all the introspectiveness that bubbles up inside of me. This year, I’ll be with two of my dearest friends from high school – my nerfighter, idealist, adventure prone girls – who are pros at reflecting and dreaming. However the evening is spent, there’s something about the turning of the years that just gets me.
And I think this year will be a crazy one. January itself is posing to hold a whole lot of fun and chaos, let alone the rest of the year ahead. You know, I could tell you all my goals and hopes and dreams for this year, but in the world of the internet, some things are meant to remain sacred. So this is what I will say: who I hope to be.
I hope to be brave – to have the courage to admit when I’m wrong and the feet firmly planted to stand up when I’m right.
I hope to listen – to ask more questions and to talk less about myself.
I hope to open up – about my story, my heart, and my dreams.
I hope to say no – to things and to people and to activities that don’t sit right in me or aren’t for the best.
I hope to be self aware – but not self conscious.
I hope to think more – about things that challenge me and cause me to grow.
I hope to feel deeper – and not be ashamed of the ENFP that I am.
I hope to try new things – not just the exciting ones, but the hard ones too.
I hope to build a firm foundation – in relationships, education, career, and for all things future related.
I hope to fall madly in love with Jesus – more and more each day like an overflowing well.