On December 31, 2009, my hands were so soft, not a callous in sight. In mid-December 2010, my husband commented that my hands were rough. He was right. My finger tips are calloused, I have blisters in the space between my knuckles, and my hands are dry, cracked.
I am proud of my calloused hands. They signify to me that this is the year I stopped wishing and started doing. I spent a lot of time in the last few years picturing and wishing for a certain life but refusing to try to live it. "If only" was a phrase I used often..."if only we lived somewhere slower..." "if only we had a yard...", etc. In 2010, I decided to stop sabbotaging myself and just start doing. I have had to quiet a lot of inner doubt, opened myself up to rejection and spent a fair amount of time "hiding" some of my new creative pursuits from my "real life," but this has been one of the most liberating years of my life. While we still dream of moving to the country, having a yard, etc., in 2011, I will continue to open my heart and put myself out into the world. I plan to embrace the life we have, while continuing to make small changes to bring our life closer to how I have been dreaming it could be. Basically, I am going to just keep doing.
In 2011, I wish for everyone health, open hearts, a little more quiet, and a year of doing.
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