There is a famous quote that seems appropriate today:
There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
— Zora Neale Hurston
For me, 2015 was a year that asked questions. I’ve been spending a lot of time wondering about the state of my health. Why have I been spending so much time in bed? Why have I missed or avoided so many social engagements (and not hosted many of my own)? As a worried David asked me a month or so ago, was I getting sicker? Was I depressed? Or had I just given up on life?
Whatever the cause of my lethargy, are there ways to boost my energy level? If not – and if my energy is so limited – am I using it in the best possible way? Why have I spent so much time sleeping or reading instead of enjoying time with my family? (For that matter, why can I not seem to sleep without taking my phone – ie, my Kindle – to bed with me?)
At the most basic level, what kind of life do I really want to live? In what kind of environment do I want to live it? With whom do I want to share it? What could I accomplish, if I figured out how best to do it and really put my mind to it?
I’m trying to look at all my questions with curiosity, not reproach. (Just in case I am depressed, there’s no point in beating myself up for everything I have failed at over the last year!) But I want 2016 to be a year of answers, a year that shows me who I can be and what I can do.
I mean, it is the year of the big 5-0. The year my only child turns 18. The year I will run my first mile (in April) and my first 5K (in November). I might as well make it a year of exciting self-discovery as well!