Whether or not you believe in New Year’s Resolutions, the idea that a change can be made to better your life (on any day of the year) is worth respecting. We are evolving creatures, we humans. We must grow and learn or get stuck in a space that limits our potential.
Every year as Christmas winds down, the talk of resolutions begin.
And while some people find it silly to believe that a choice made on the first will stick any stickier than one made on another day, I like the idea of entering a new trip around the sun with a specific intention sealed inside my heart.
Over the years there have been many good resolutions; intentions I’d hoped to keep.
For years they were external; this year I’ll work out more, this year I’ll lose twenty pounds. Goals set to make my outside look better never, ever stuck around.
But last year, my goal to find peacefulness amidst my divorce was an internal change I wanted more than any (whittled) number on a scale.
To aid the stick-to-itiveness, last year’s resolution was cemented with a yogic practice called a Mala, an ancient tradition of moving meditation that I believe, wholeheartedly, helped me hold onto the peacefulness, even when my world was spinning, and my nerves were shot.
So this year I resolve to locate a virtue I’m not at all certain can be found in my DNA, using moving meditation to seal the deal.
The proverb patience is a virtue is believed to have come from writer William Langland's Piers Plowman written long, long ago, sometime during the Middle Ages. Many consider the work to be one of the greatest in English Literature, which proves that patience has been a struggle since Sir Gawain and his Knights (the other Mid-Evil work of brilliance) were sitting ‘round their round table.
Patience is defined as the ability to “accept without getting angry or upset.” It’s a virtue, because it’s not so easy. It’s a goal, because it means so much.
As I embark on 2014 I have a whole lot of wishes and goals and dreams. Will the business take off? Will more of my writing be published? Will my kids be okay? Will my rotator cuff heal? Will I meet a nice man?
The link that ensures the journey toward them is lived in, and not worried through, is patience.
Patience equates to faith.
I will wait. I will trust. I’ll believe that it can be.
A gift to myself to be able to say, “Patience, at last, is mine.”