Stream of Consciousness

Ideas for New Year’s Questions and Lists for Personal Growth and Change

A new year is coming. You know this. I know this.

We seem obsessed with starting over, having a clean slate, making changes, and making new goals at the end and beginning of a year.

I believe we can do this any moment of any day or night. But I honor every single person in this life that decides to try any of this at any time. Including those of us who go about the same newness at new year’s.

So here we go.

 

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I’d like to make some lists and ask myself some questions this new year. If you’re wanting to do the same thing but don’t know where to start – here’s what I’m going to do. Maybe it can give you some ideas or spark a similar desire in you.

  • Blame. Who do I blame for what? If I blame someone for all the bad stuff, I better blame them for the good stuff too. (Tony Robbins gave me this idea.)
  • Bucket List. Of sorts. I’m terrified to want anything. And so I don’t know what I want any longer. This year, I want to make a bucket list. I want to figure out what I want.
  • A goals list for this coming year (2020).
  • A goals list for the next 3 years.
  • A goals list for the next 5 years.
  • This year, I want to go through all of my old journals and read them. I’m terrified but I think it’s important. Then decide if I want to keep them or burn them.
  • I want to organize and de-clutter my half of the bedroom (my sister and I share a room) before January 1st 2020. This is the only one on this list I want to do before the new year arrives.
  • What do I blame myself for? How am I unkind to myself? How am I kind to myself?
  • Types of books I’d like to read. Books on body language, dogs, different culture’s mythology, books by Tony Robbins, gut books, psychology books, etc.
  • What have I done that’s working this year? What have I done that’s not worked this past year?
  • Habits I want to let go of. Habits I want to begin.
  • Use a daily check in journal so I can do a sort of emotional check in. I’m uncomfortable doing this because my emotional state is so messy and deeply negative sometimes and I feel ashamed of that.
  • I want to create some sort of mini-crate thingy to hold index cards with quotes on them. As well as getting my quotes off of my bookmarks and Pinterest.
  • I want to get back into meditation. It feels good.
  • What I’m afraid of. What would happen if those fears came true. What I would do. Worst case scenario. What if the absolute best thing happened?
  • What are the things that I allow to cause me to feel stress, anxiety, worry, depression, panic, and fear? Are those things actively causing me harm? What can I do that’s healthy to stop these things? In what ways can I cope in a healthy way with the things I cannot control?
  • How am I doing physically, emotionally, spiritually, financially, mentally? How do I want to be doing?
  • If I wasn’t afraid of hurting other’s feelings what would I do? What would I say?
  • What have I learned about myself this year?
  • What challenges have I faced and overcome? I never linger on this. I always hear that it would be a great idea and helps with depression. Do I do this? Nope.
  • What would I love to have finished by the year 2021 if I didn’t put realistic expectations on myself?
  • What is fun for me? What can I do for fun? I am not good at having fun – I don’t do it even though I know its what I need and is healthy. What do I want to do for fun? What can I realistically do to get myself to have fun?
  • What is my purpose?
  • If “real job” or “self-worth attached to job” didn’t exist – what would I be doing?
  • What would I like to spend most of my time on?
  • Is there any social media I can get rid of?
  • What can I make my morning routine? My nightly routine?
  • What does self-care mean for me?
  • How can I do something to stop giving into this character flaw: when I’m around people, I tend to take on their energy level and emotional state regardless of what I feel or think.
  • How can I do something to stop giving into this character flaw: I feel extreme physical and emotional pain when I say “no” or when I don’t do, feel, or want what people want me to do, feel, or want. I feel like I’m an evil, bad person and am doing the wrong thing.
  • And the one question I’ve never even bothered to try answering (because I feel it’s impossible) – what would I do if money was not an issue?
  • LASTLY – I’d like to print this out and actually pay attention to this blog post I just wrote. Instead of simply shaping the chaos inside me into words and letting it go. I’d like to actually act on this. All the knowledge in the world is useless without acting on it, integrating it into my life and habits.
  • Then (yes, I know, I said lastly but I wrote it, I get to break my own rules – writers kinda do that all the time), I want to write a blog post titled, “A Year of Learning” and be honest with myself and you.
  • Am I going to spend my life trying to survive or am I going to live intentionally, aware, and awake, consciously going in the direction of who I am to become and what I have to give?

 

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I don’t want to make these lists and answer all of these questions in the next few days before the next year begins. Oh no. That’d be impossible and pointless.

I want to answer these questions and create these lists over the next year. By year 2021 I want to have answers. I want to learn something about myself. I want to live my own life, instead of spend my days and nights in a distraction haze, trying to survive.

I’ve been a little lifeless this year here on my blog. It’s not because I don’t have a desire to write or be expressive. The reasoning is a little more depressing. I’m afraid. I’m swamped by stress to the point I can’t think straight or cope with anything in a healthy way. I’ve spent this year falling apart.

I want more. I want 2020 to be a year of rebuilding. Only, I get to choose the building blocks and I get to choose what I’m creating.

What are some questions and lists you want to make this upcoming year? What do you want?

Shadow Poetry

I Didn’t Lose You – Goodbye

I lost something this year.

Something I’ve never had before.

A friend.

I mean, I’ve had friends. Loads. I never had a problem making friends. But this was different. He didn’t want to have sex with me. He didn’t want to stay in an unhealthy phase of life. He did want to connect. To uplift. To be uplifted. Real friendship.

I typically only get along with people this way when they’re older than me by a decade or two. Been that way since I was a munchkin. I tried to fight it for a while in my teen years. But why? I mean, I believe we existed before this life. I could be substantially older than my mother. My younger brother could be eons older than me. *shrug*

Anywho, the amazing thing about this, is the relationship was healthy. The only healthy relationship this gal has ever had from start to finish.

I met him in the blogosphere when I began blogging, about 6 years ago. We had a lot in common. We critiqued each other’s novels. I learned a lot. He was honest. We called each other out. We consoled one another. We got each other… On the same wavelength, you know? He sent me a box of books. If that doesn’t scream friendship right there, I don’t know what does.

This relationship has been my rock. He, along with a book series and my family, are the reasons I got vulnerable enough to consider therapy. Which I chose to allow me to change my life for the better.

This relationship is what got me through a lot of my issues. Helped me remain humane with myself. Remember that I mattered, wasn’t a monster, and having issues didn’t make me unlovable. I learned to trust someone. I learned self-value in part because of this friendship. Someone else who saw all my damage could love me.

But, as I’ve recently learned, friendships don’t last forever. Not even the healthy ones. People change. We grow, evolve, move forward in different directions. This friendship died a healthy death.

That’s never happened before, and I, therefore, didn’t know how to deal with it. All my unhealthy coping mechanisms were gone, you know? I’d burned them alive and let them die the painful death we needed them to die. So I looked for a healthy one.

I chose to write about it.

I figured I’d share the resulting poem with you. I cried writing it. I cried reading it. I cried sending it. But I cannot say I have any regrets. I cannot say I regret anything with this relationship. I believe we all have people come into our lives for a reason. And I believe we come into others’ lives for a purpose.

Maybe the truth is that I did NOT lose something this year. I grew. He grew. We figured out how to create a real relationship where neither of us ended up hating one another, but instead parted in healthy ways for healthy reasons. We bettered each others’ lives. Ta da. Healthy relationship. I certainly learned a lot about myself (and my writing).

 

But I digress. Here are my blood and tears, encapsulated in ink and vocal chords.

 

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Pieces of Me

 

Perhaps this is part of becoming new
I am not so broken up
But I am

How can I be a phantom
Yet so brilliantly alive
In the same heart beats
Through my veins
All at once
Then not at all

These same tears
Are saying two different things

Goodbye

Perhaps this is part of becoming new
Shedding dead skins
And remembering them fondly

These dew drops of joy
I’ll store them in a jar
There will be so many more mornings
Dewdrops to collect

I’ll keep the safety
In this snapshot
Never having to worry
More was building
I never breathed so freely

I think maybe perhaps
I will buy some new jars
Open the lids

I cut my hair short
Put my old stories through the shredder
I sent out a letter
There’s a purple ruby on my desk
It’s from you

Perhaps this is part of becoming new
Final nail in the coffin
Of the phantom in me
Last crack in my shell
Something winged set free

Dying a natural death
In other words, change
Transmutation
Alchemy of the soul

We each need different chemicals
To destroy ourselves
Combust
So we can rebuild our bones
Trade fins for wings
Maturation into brilliancy

This is part of becoming new
You were a much-needed ingredient
So I could see the dead skin cells
I clung to
Wipe them away
Close my eyes
Clean up with all these tears
To break through
Reach in
And pull myself out
Vibrantly alive
And ever so new

It was is time

Please wake up
To something beautiful
Something new
In you

Goodbye

 

By Daphne Shadows