Didn’t read as much as I wanted. Didn’t sleep as much as I wanted. Didn’t hold my temper as much as I wanted. Didn’t admit my mistakes as much as I wanted. Didn’t make as much time for myself as I wanted. Didn’t hit as many of my goals as I wanted. Didn’t keep hardly anything clean or organized. Didn’t get to many places on time.
But I also:
Ran a lot. Cooked a lot. Listened a lot. Learned a lot. Asked a LOT of questions. Kissed lots of big tears on lots of little faces. Said no a lot (not enough). Said yes to good work and great projects. Hit the goals that mattered. Made more confident decisions and leaps of faith. Let more little stuff go. Apologized more for stuff I needed to. Made fewer apologies for being myself. Forgave when it was hard. Sharpened some edges in my parenting and softened some corners in my marriage.
Tried to love with my whole heart.
Tried to trust with my whole soul.
Tried to open my whole mind. (These are all lifelong pursuits and I won’t begin to say I’ve got it right.)
This was a pretty amazing year. Hard as hell but really rewarding, and it stretched me in new and uncomfortable ways.
Biggest challenge still: listening to and letting God drive the bus.
And getting anywhere on time. (Finally found my wallet and keys yesterday on top of the fridge.)
May your wisdom earned from 2022 be meaningful, and may you feel hopeful about all that’s yet to come.
PS: This pic was my favorite “just me” moment in 2022, for lots of special reasons.