I loved the goals that I wrote for Year 25. At the heart of all of them was the idea that I needed to stop wasting my time and mental energy on the things that don’t matter, and that I needed to start to saying Yes to the things that could make my life fuller.
You live life reactively if you live a life of No.
Saying Yes I…
Finished two marathons.
Saw the St. Lawrence Seaway.
Prayed at the Western Wall.
Row boated in the middle of Central Park.
Twirled in the Hall of Mirrors.
Ate deep-fried hard shell crabs out of a styrofoam container on the side of the road in the Carolina sunshine.
Floated in the Dead Sea.
Ran with the bulls.
Walked in the light of the Midnight Sun.
If I was looking to check boxes on a bucket list, this year would have pretty much brought the house down.
What’s sort of ironic is the fact that I don’t actually have a bucket list. Though if I did, it would contain the following: Watch the Kentucky Derby live, catch a walleye, catch a muskie, live on the water.
But this year was not about crossing things off. It was about living presently. It was about living as much as possible.
I am not setting any goals for my 26th year, and the reason for that is very simple.
There is no single life change I could make that would drastically increase my quality of living or the quality of the relationships I have.
So this year, for the 26th year, I have decided to start keeping a gratitude journal.
Because sometimes, thankfulness is enough.
I have been blessed with plenty.