As the New Year rolled in, I chose not to make resolutions nor embark on the guilt-laden journey of unrealized goals. We took a very relaxed approach to the holiday season and I finally embraced the possibility of pajama day.
I remember as a child being told that you should keep your teeth at all costs; so I did until last week. Being blessed to live in an area where dental care is abundant, it was easy to find just the right folks to help me. There had been eight years and the monetary equivalent of a small car invested in keeping them.
It was time to move on.
With the typical instructions to assure the best outcome, I allowed two full days of resting (big strides for me). Eating soft foods to nourish the body and promote comfort would be simple. Some sweet potatoes, noodles and oatmeal should do the trick.
The warm oatmeal and cinnamon waltzing through the nostrils was a igift for the growling stomach and olfactory system. As I consciously balanced rest and gentle activity, it was the perfect excuse to allow the dirty dishes to wait until later.
The pan and bowl were still waiting for me on the counter when my nap was complete…Santa I am still wishing for maid service. As I began to scour the dish I quickly realized that if I pressed any harder it would break, so I moved on to the pan.
Have you ever tried to clean dried cooked-on oatmeal?
As I became fully engulfed in lamenting my predicament because of procrastination, the odor of the oatmeal began to ascend. With each passing of the industrial scouring pad, the internal chatter ensued.
“If you would have taken a few minutes to take care of this mess when it was fresh you would not have to call in the jack hammer. Even if you would have just soaked it while you rested, you would not have to break a sweat to clean up the mess.”
And there it was…the oatmeal wisdom resolution!
Any of my fellow zodiac mates will instantly identify that Libra’s despise conflict and we will take all necessary evasive maneuvers required to avoid it. How many times in my life have I ignored, avoided or procrastinate in the midst of a situation that later festered into an oozing swamp of ‘oh shit’? Um…okay let’s just focus on now 😉
More chatter, like a herd of teenage girls burst into my mind – How has avoidance served you? What do you have to lose by being present in the moment of uncomfortable situations? What is the worst that can happen if you make your boundaries clear to others? Is this really the oatmeal talking or is there a sage in the scouring pad?
On and on it went….
With purposeful deep breaths and a clean pan, the internal conversation turned to – What is the best that can happen if I allow vulnerability to be present?
Well, I am about to find out. This year I am choosing to embrace inspiring authenticity by showing up and being real.
I am willing to allow others to witness more of my authentic, vulnerable self. For me, this means less hiding behind the cloak of perfectionism and partially lowering the ‘in-control’ wall.
Maybe I did scrub hard enough to find the genie in the scour pad or maybe, just maybe, I have discovered my oatmeal whispering techniques.
What if this is the year that I see resolution as the action of solving a problem, dispute, or contentious matter rather than unrealized potential?
What are your plans for 2016?
Do you make resolutions?
If so, how do you decide what to focus on?
Is it possible that this is is the year you focus on self-acceptance? If so, join us for a weekend retreat in Bellefonte, PA on January 22 – 24 that is focused on self-love.
Blessings for all the very best