Here we are.
At the midpoint of 2020.
(Hard to believe, I know.) (Time is so out-of-whack.)
(SO. OUT. OF. WHACK.)
Usually . . . in the Before Times . . . about now I'd be looking back at the goals I set for myself at the beginning of the year. I'd be assessing. Figuring out if my goals were working. If they were actually a reasonable set of guidelines. Or not. And plot out where I might need to go next.
But this year?
First of all, I didn't ever SET any goals for myself for 2020.
(Prescient? Ummm. No.)
I didn't go along with the "20 for 20" thing.
(Clairvoyant? Ummm. No.)
It was just . . . with a word like "flow" . . . well. You just don't want to box yourself in now, do you?
Instead, I set myself a few wide-open intentions for 2020:
- be healthy and get strong
- practice the things I love
- pay attention to the moon
- be kind
- let love flow
- focus on flexibility and stretching
- keep my eyes open
- be mindful of the world I live in
- SHOW UP
- make space
I kinda look like a freaking genius now, don't I?
Because never ever in my history . . . have I established a set of intentions that so perfectly fits the reality . . . of the life that is unfolding. (But maybe we could all say that for whatever word we picked this year. Because these words do seem to show us things -- if we allow them to.)
So. Where I am at the mid-point with my word?
Point yourself in a direction.
See where it takes you.
And ride it out, baby. Ride it out.
How about you? How are you doing? And if you have a word for 2020, how is it serving you?