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How to have a truly happy new year.

For the first time in years, I don’t remember my New Year’s resolution from January. Usually, I write it down in my journal or on a note I stick to my mirror. There’s been many of those dog-eared sticky notes from years past. The year of contentment. Speaking life. We passed pancakes across the breakfast table on January 1st this year. “What do you want from 2018?” I can’t remember my answer. I know what I didn’t want though. I didn’t want to walk into her office and share the parts of my life I’m inclined to hide. I didn’t want to Facetime her the day after she delivered her baby that never breathed. I didn’t want to spend four months wondering how I’d walk into her house on Christmas day and see her empty chair. I didn’t want to go on another first date that led nowhere. We sit across from each other in a little coffee shop in Colorado, picking at a charcuterie board. “When I think about all of the things I have left to go through,” her voice cracks....

Ignoring Fear

I glanced over my shoulder at him, holding the ropes below. His face was shining with perspiration from the Kentucky sun. “You got me if I fall, right?”

“Of course. Just go for it.”  

I could feel the blisters on my heels from my tightly-fitted rock-climbing shoes. I knew if I paused too long, my muscles would get tired. That was always my problem. Stopping. Waiting. Thinking about whether I could do it or not.

I needed to trust the guy with the rope, the guy who picked my route.

Just go for it.

So, I did.

Fear keeps us from going further.

Swing out and grab hold of the Rock of the Ages. 


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