This season is full of extreme, and often contrasting, emotions. There are moments that are so tranquil, followed by sheer chaos. There are times when I feel so abundant and then experience a fear of loss that is in such deep contrast to the joy. There are moments when I am so full of life accompanied by an animalistic desire to hibernate. It can be lonely and festive, warm and chilling, all in one breath. It is a season of ghosts and angels.
I used to feel like filling up the lull between the holiday season and the New Year with more noise, almost afraid to stop running because then I would experience an ending. Our journey around the globe has taught me that there is no ending and this time is a gift to prepare for the year ahead. It is not about goals or resolutions … Yet.
This time last year I was talking to a museum curator about her job at a museum in Florence, Italy. She described how she formulates collections first in her mind as she moves through content and artifacts. She spoke of filling in gaps and treasure hunting only when the vision for the collection is complete in her mind. I often think of the power of what she said and how we are all, in a sense, curators.
This hush before the New Year is the time to be the curator of our life. If we don’t winnow through the memories and experiences, then we are saying, “Just put whatever you want in the display case, I don’t really care.”
But we do care. We want to take this time to honor people and experiences that matter by dedicating their memory to our permanent collection. We want to sort, clean, frame and line with velvet, each pedestal that holds a moment worth savoring from this wonderful life.
Without the deliberate act of curating, how will we move forward with intention and resolution into the many moments before us?
Today’s Tweetable: This hush before the New Year is the time to be the curator of your life.