I sit here facing the onset of a new year, much like I did last year, and the year before that, and the year before that, and so on…
This time around, though, it’s different.
Today, when I say that hindsight is 2020, that’s literally true.
Tomorrow, when I sing “20 20 24 hours to go…” as immortalized by The Ramones, that’s literally true.
When I wake up on Friday morning, my childhood fantasies about having a flying car by 2021 won’t be realized, but something better will have happened.
Together, we will have crossed the finish line from the most bizarre and unsettling year we’ve ever experienced as our next race through the calendar and around the Earth will begin.
Despite its challenges, 2020 also had its silver linings. My word for 2020 was BECOMING, and while it didn’t seem too fitting as the year unfolded and I felt so incredibly lost, the pandemic provided me with time: time to sit and be, time to think, and time to shift my priorities and appreciate what I formerly took for granted. I might not have been able to travel, but I felt the sunshine on my face and the rain hit my skin in my backyard. I wasn’t able to see loved ones and friends as much as I had hoped, but now I am more present when I am in the company of others. I experienced euphoria and sheer joy by witnessing the return of Boba Fett, my favorite Star Wars character since I was 9 years old, in Season 2 of “The Mandalorian” and enthusiastically look forward to seeing more of him “The Book of Boba Fett” series coming in 2021.
Most importantly, the pandemic provided me with time to write. Over the past year, journaling gave me the gifts of clarity, acceptance, and courage. I freed myself from the layers of self-perpetuated bullshit and scars and blindness and indecisiveness that essentially crippled me for years and realized I am meant to live and thrive, not just exist while unconsciously muddling through day after day after day like a lemming or a droid.
Words are my life raft, my passion and my purpose, and dammit, and I AM worthy of good things and fantastic experiences.
I am more ME today than I ever have been, and this time, without judgment and without shame.
Wow, I can actually breathe now.
My word for 2021 came to me earlier this month with unwavering certainty.
My word for 2021 is BELIEVE.
This will be the year I wholeheartedly believe in myself and everything I do as I pursue my passion of writing with all of my heart and soul.
I believe I can successfully market an exciting project that will come to fruition in early 2021. Teaser: It combines my love of the shore and summer with my passion of writing and thriving, and the universe suggested it was time to pursue making this idea a reality.
I believe I can finish the two novels I’ve walked away from over the past year and use my powerful voice to create two very different stories that each have a purpose and need to be told.
I believe I can be more active by walking, riding my bicycle, or practicing yoga at least five times a week.
I believe I can learn to surf.
I believe I can overcome my terrible habit of pulling and clawing at my fingernails.
I believe I can successfully weave words together about difficult topics and chapters of my life in hopes that others in similar situations or who might be battling similar demons will know they aren’t alone.
I believe I can build a life full of wonder and authentic experiences by getting out into our amazing world, whether close to home or on the other side of the globe (when the time is right).
I believe I can trust both my intuition and the universe for guidance.
I believe I can embrace my idiosyncrasies and celebrate my journey with delight.
I believe I can make my eyes shine.
I believe I can serve myself first while no longer disappointing ME.
I believe I can.
So I will.
May 2021 bring you good health and all that your heart desires.
My love and light to you, as always.
Thanks for joining me on my journey. I’m glad you’re here.
“Become to Believe” was posted on jillocone.com and on soulseaker.com on December 30, 2020. Views and opinions expressed in this post are solely those of the writer, who was not endorsed or compensated in any manner by any entity; views do not represent any employer. Copyright 2020, Jill Ocone. All rights reserved. Contact firstname.lastname@example.org with reposting, licensing, and publishing inquiries.