The stale enablement of yesteryear. What are you leaving in twenty-seventeen?

Great Barrier Island, New Zealand

What do you want to leave in twenty-seventeen?  Regrets? Conversations? Decisions? Everyday moments that didn’t unfold as you’d hoped? Instead of letting go, too often we hold on. We hold on in the attempt to understand, to recover something of worth. Holding on anchors us to the past. In order to make way for the new year, I’m choosing to empty myself of the stale enablement of yesteryear.  Continue reading