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In my first letter of last year, I wrote about wanting to treat the new year as a practice, about trying to be intentional in moving away from reinvention as a goal, and about finding the tiny budding places in my heart where the things I love about myself and the world can grow.
I think I did ok with that, all things considered. Most of my creative energy went toward building Baby Ro, who is currently in her swing hiccuping her way back into sleep, but I also did a lot of work with myself on managing anxieties, handling uncertainty, and dealing with a frustrating lack of productivity on my part. Building Ro is officially the longest-term project I've actually completed, and having done so, I feel a little bit energized (but also so, so sleepy). Perseverance against things that don't come easily hasn't been my strongest suit, and neither has patience, both of which 2017 required in abundance. I learned things.
Looking ahead, I think it wise to continue the goals I set out on last year: being kind without expectation, embracing enthusiasm, being a good neighbor. They were vague but also attainable, things I could reach for and recognize when I succeeded in them. It's not always easy to be kind, but it's fairly easy to know when you've done it.
2017 was a rough year that came on the tail of another rough year. I suspect that, regardless of the level of difficulty, 2018 will require all of us to stretch our empathy muscles a little further than before, to reach out to one another and make connections we might have skipped over in easier days. Say hi to your neighbors. Help them clean their cars the morning after the blizzard. Send out the lines to make connections and nurture them however you can. This is how we rebuild.
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