We can do hard things (or, thoughts about last year and this year)

I spent the last few days reading Glennon Doyle’s Untamed, and as a listener to her podcast We Can Do Hard Things (okay - as part of her Pod Squad), I was catching up on an episode this morning that ended with the most lovely song by her daughter, named after that very line - We can do hard things. That has summed up my year in 2022, and I think it is apt for what I see (and don’t see) ahead in 2023 as well.

I want to keeping laying foundations next year. For our home, for my children, for my dance, for the podcast, for the life we want to build. I’ve spent the last few years honing listening to my inner voice - my Knowing, to use Glennon’s words - and this past year has shown me that when I listen to it, I am at peace, no matter how counterintuitive it seems when I put my thinking cap on. Now, I want to keep leaning in, and keep working toward building that big crazy dream Bertel and I spoke off all those years ago on the backroads of central Virginia, as we were making our way home.

I am going to continue to practice grace toward myself. I’m going to continue to find time to daydream and play. I’m going to continue to dance even if my legs feel shaky, speak and sing even if my voice wavers, and write even if my fingers feel clammy. I invite you to join me.

Happy new year, y’all!