Lesson: We may have started this year with the best of intentions, but plans may have gone awry. What lesson really jumped out at you this year? How can you cultivate that lesson going forward?
Yeah, I've had lessons. Haven't we all?
I've been marveling with friends lately just how quickly life moves; we've commiserated about how easily minutes turn to hours turn to days except, of course, those moments we wish to savor. Doesn't matter which friends are speaking–whether they're other moms or single men, cubicle dwellers or entrepreneurs, young-ish or old-ish–we all admit that time eludes more often than it caters.
But back to the lessons. Of all those I've been taught this year, what most stands out is that life moves. Even when I don't want to, even when I try to stop it by standing smack dab in the middle of whatever is barreling down the road, resolute in my intent to make-it-stop-right-now-dammit, it moves. Fast or slow, it flows, cajoles, clobbers and does what it will do regardless of what I want it to do.
The sub lesson? I can choose to move with it, or I can position myself in such a way that the movement polishes the parts of me that are most rough and desperate for change. Or I can choose to ignore it, pretend that it's not washing over me and that the changes aren't happening.
No lessons necessary in which of those choices works best.