This week I did my yearly goals brainstorming. I broke my life into areas that I wanted or needed to focus more on — art, writing, social media, family, housework, personal growth. Each category quickly sprouted a half dozen goals that I felt really good about. Patting myself on the head, I went and made a second cup of coffee and started looking at the goals to prioritize them. Then I realized the futility of this yearly exercise. More than half were the same goals I had LAST year!
So I had a minor epiphany. Life throws too many curve balls for me to make concrete plans — instead I need priorities so when life pulls out the rug from under my feet, I can quickly refocus on what matters the most. As I was hunting around the internet for a framework for my new plan, I found this poem and it resonated:
New Years Resolutions
by Elizabeth Sewell
I will drain
Long draughts of quiet
As a purgation;
Who I am;
Will lie o’ nights
In the bony arms
Of Reality and be comforted
How do you think long draughts of quiet are served?
I could sure use to take some as a purgation to calm and recenter.
Are they a bitter tea? A scotchy cocktail? A Manhattan? Meditation?
Perhaps I have to take them twice daily as part of remembering who I am?