After spending a lot of time in 2017 (re)building and exploring my warmer-fuzzier side, I figured in 2018 I needed to be a bit more aggressive again.
But not in a way that negates everything I learned over the past twelve months.
That’s always a danger in setting goals and intentions at the beginning of a new year.
We spend hours — days — weeks reflecting on and reviewing our past year in December, and then in January we sit down to plot brand new plans and focus.
Yet how often do we stop to think about how we are applying the lessons of the past to our hopes for the future?
As I thought about what I want 2018 to look like, and what I need to do to make that happen, I didn’t want to lose the vulnerability that I worked so hard to claim.
But maybe with a little less (ok, a lot less) time curled into a fetal position.