Clarity.
In recent conversations with my loving if at times too-psychologically-attuned family, they suggested I lack clarity around what I want: in my career, in my geography, in my mate. I disagreed, obviously, but have to wonder in a 3 v 1 situation if there isn’t some truth to what they’re saying?
I’ve been trying to make sense of it and finally realized that clarity is ownership. I lack ownership of what I want: the empowerment of owning up to what I want doesn’t shackle me to any decisions or declarations, it frees me to pursue my “wants” while still being open to whatever else might come. Fine, parents and brother, looks like 2017 will be the year of clarity.
2016 was meant to be the year of glitter. And what a marquee year it was, when I reflect upon it: shiny new job, shiny new house, a glittery relationship, its subsequent demise, and the (belated, belabored) sparkle of re-emerging as a better, stronger, my own person. Perhaps that does indeed mean that I am ready to clarify who I am, what I want, and how I will live.
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