It’s my habit at years end to recall all that’s happened. I’m always encouraged that, what seems like a nondescript year, has often contained a great deal of progress and accomplishment.
Of course accomplishments come in many forms. Top of my list come anyone I’ve helped or have helped me, new friendships, barriers removed, old wounds healed etc.
I find as I begin to jot them down, more and more spring to mind. Soon I have a long list and my heart rejoices. My year has been spent well. Without this time to stop and consider I would not have perceived it.
If you’ve not tried it before I encourage you to take stock – it’s a real confidence booster!
To help get started here’s a few less personal items from my list.
1)My biggest one – helped my daughter and grandson relocate from an increasingly dangerous situation in Mexico, get set up in the UK and deal with many turbulent issues concerning these changes.
2) Made many new friends both on and off line.
3) Learnt to sail while helping the handicapped with CVSS.
4) Due to my daughters prolonged stay added vital layers to the principal characters in my book (she’s also a writer and characterization is her strong point – my weakest)
5) After 2 years of trying found the perfect yoga teacher/ time/ location.
Things maintained from previous years.
1)Healthy lifestyle (eating exercise etc.)
2)Daily prayer and time with Jesus.
3) Blog posts.
4)Staying positive and patient with my overactive 10 year old grandson while completing SAT test homework etc. lol!
Things I planned and didn’t do.(In case you think I did so well.)
1)Swim once a week (abysmal failure I went once all year! lol!)
2)Paint. (only one painting all year (whoops!))
Guess I’ll work on those this year together with my very procrastinated – publish my novel!
Wishing you all a wonderful New Year!
I sailed solo around the lake for the first time ever yesterday together with my “special sailor” a sweet handicapped girl (daughter of one of the other volunteers). We kept the wind all the way and despite a few near things neither got grounded in the shallows nor collided with other boats (the boats are specially made not to capsize etc. – UK health and safety are stringent!).
I can sail! I can sail! Of course I’m still a total novice but it seemed so bewildering at first with all the ropes and rudder etc. I wondered if I’d ever manage it. It’s a wonderful feeling sensing the lift of the wind as you catch it, a little like flying, so much fun!
(who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks!)
What is your most proud moment?
Actually I’ve always thought of pride as a bad thing, a “root of contention”, justifying atrocities, fomenting hatred, and the arch enemy of love. The story is told that this was the cause of Satan’s transformation from a magnificent angel of light to a foul demonic entity (sadly I’ve seen it happen with people too).
I could try to think of one of my most cringe-worthy moments when I said or did something in total pride (there have been many, and we never look more ridiculous than when puffed up with pride) but I don’t think that is the intent of the question.
Maybe I could substitute something like a defining moment when I felt a sense of achievement or value. There’s the intense joy a mother feels in her children’s achievements and most of all recognizing their value and integrity as human beings. (Having seven great kids there’s been lots of those!) There’s the satisfaction of achieving a hard fought goal (like breaking the mold of my 1950’s low class school to get an hons. degree).
But I think my most thrilling moment was when I realized that the God of the universe loved little old me just as I am, and he took me in (warts and all) and called me to follow. There are so many billions in the world, that I was privileged to get to know him personally was awe inspiring (though he of course loves all his children that way).