2016: Time to Bloom
It's my favorite time of year. The Earth takes a collective refresh, affirming our desire to do better, to be better. Call it resolve, call it a goal, call it a dream - whatever it is to you, it's important and it matters.
I'll be honest and tell you that 2016 is rather the mystery to me. This past year was the one I'd waited for all my life: I was getting married, I was hitting a milestone age, I had a job I loved, and family surrounded us all the way through it. You know when people say, "This will be your year!" Well, that's 2015 personified for me.
And while it was a good year, I've come to discover that it wasn't the year. A wedding isn't the end of all good things. Turning 30 isn't the end of all good things. And on, and on. There is still much left to do, adventures to unfold, people to meet who will matter for years to come.
I am looking at 2016, the unknown year, with great expectancy and hope. Matty and I have some rather large dreams, and we're taking the baby-steps, running starts, leaps, and bounds to see them take shape. I know that failure is on the path to success. I know that pain appears when you least expect it. I know that life isn't easy. It's all true. But I also know that joy is real, it's powerful, and it lives within us. I have a good life and that part isn't going to change.
So here's to risk, to voyaging into the unknown, and to letting what's inside of us truly bloom.
"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." - Anais Nin
Photos by Matthew Chatburn Studio
I thought I’d end the year with one of those letters that people send out at Christmas with family updates. I used to make fun of those letters. Now, I’m becoming that which I made fun of, which is basically the gist of life, I’m pretty sure.
This isn’t ATD related, not exactly. Just a simple recap of the year with the Chatburns before we close up 2016 and look forward to aaaall the delights (had to) that 2017 will bring!
Today, that is who you are. Not unknown faces. Not a target demographic. Not long-lost acquaintances. A real, true-blue friend.
Sometimes it feels like just when I have a grasp on an idea, it starts to slip away. Similar to waking from a dream and willing the memory of it to stay with you. This blog has been that for me. I’ve had, at times, visions of becoming a staple for encouragement in your daily life, hiring a staff, designing delightful little items that you’d keep in your kitchen or at your desk. I would drift out of the spotlight and let others share their own thoughts and epiphanies.
And then there are times when I need this space for my own. To write my own stories, share moments of frustrations and enlightenment alike.
I’ve set goals with both sides in mind. I’ve reached some of those goals and others I’ve let drift off, stealing a bit of my own self-confidence as they sneak away. But recently, I’ve found ways to give myself more grace and admit that yesterday’s standard can change if today’s passion wills it so.
That grace has been fueled by a simple thought, making me look at all of my creative ventures up to this point with a new outlook: what if, this whole time, I’ve been on the runway?