For the past several years, I have observed a ritual each December. Towards the end of the month, I have debriefed the ending year, listing everything I’m thankful to God for. Then, I have prepared for the upcoming year by creating a vision, a list of goals, and strategies for achieving those goals.
This past December, I did none of this.
This is because in December of 2009, I committed to allowing God to give me new wineskins in 2010. I felt that He wanted to serve me new, fresh wine, but that I needed new wineskins in order to have the capacity to accommodate it.
2010 didn’t disappoint with its bitter-sweet drinks. In 2010, I:
- made a major shift in my career focus
- let go of a long-held dream
- released myself from all of my goals and strategies for the last quarter of the year
- embarked on a new path—one replete with hope, but devoid of guarantees
In short, I changed one plan, aborted another, delayed still another, and now have no plan at all. (And this is blasphemous for a woman who
has a plan, even if that plan is simply to
have a plan.)
Over the course of the year, I went from reluctantly sipping wine that seemed bitter to freely gulping what came to taste sweet to my palette.
On New Year’s Eve, I sat in church, hoping for an idea for my 2011 vision. Unsurprisingly, nothing came to mind.
Nothing except one word: love.
So in 2011, I will love. And be loved. I have no goals, no strategy, no plan. All I have is my relationship with Love, master teacher and most patient lover.