The end of the year always bursts with reflection, introspection, and renewed goals.
We look back, take stock, and say how things will be different and better in the new year.
I have done this every year that I can remember. This time last year, for example, I was sitting on my couch, as I am now, writing and reflecting on what 2016 may have taught and brought me.
However, this year I find myself smiling and shaking my head like a parent of a naive child. Oh, what silly 2016-Kelsi didn’t know. And what poor 2017-Kelsi struggled to find out.
So much has happened in the past 365 days, and they’ve taught me that instead of looking back at the previous year, it’s in my best interest to look at the year that’s on its way in.
I’ve learned that looking back is a serious pain in the neck. It hinders my focus, it inhibits my ability to see things clearly, and in my efforts to find answers in moments that have already passed, I may miss out on moments that are happening right now. I’ve learned the road ahead contains the greatest clarity. It’s paved with potential, insight, and excitement. It’s where the joy lives. I’ve learned that looking back pulls me off course. It doesn’t help me move forward, rather most of the time it holds me back.
So this year, I’m not looking back. I’m looking straight ahead – at uncharted territory. And it couldn’t come at a better time. Today, the last day of the year, is my last day at a job I devoted all of myself to for the past three years. This means that 2018 will be a year of unknowns on many levels, but also a year of guaranteed adventure. Any aches I feel will not be the past, but rather the unfurling of new wings. I don’t know what’s ahead, but I know the best is yet to come.