Written by Rebekkah Laeuchli.
I am a planner. I like setting goals, planning activities, starting new projects. My resolutions at the start of a new year rarely have to do with improving myself but rather with things I want to do.
But when I look back at the end of a year I don’t spend much time checking off the list of things I did. Instead I look at my life and ask why I haven’t achieved more, whether I’m really happy living in Basel, if I wouldn’t be happier somewhere else, why don’t I have a partner or my own family by now, what can I do to make myself a more worthy human being. I never use that last exact phrase but it’s pretty much behind all the preceding thoughts.
I don’t think there’s anything wrong with making plans. I get a lot of fun out of it. But when making plans are connected with a deep-rooted desire to feel in control of my life, to prove that I’m doing things that will make me a happier and better person, then the plans are driven by fear.
This is where yoga comes in, and not an aspect that I find easy to practice. Physical asanas, meditation, acts of kindness: these should all lead to a joy in the moment, to letting life unfold as it may, to peace in simply being.
Yeah, that’s not really me.
But it’s my “resolution” for the new year: to take a deep breath, see both the immeasurably beautiful and the challenging parts of life, and let go of the urge to control and to plan.
Happy new year, from my heart to yours.