Some friends welcome the new year with reflections on learning or commitment to a new word or new wish, a blessing even.
I could take any of these routes. Fear of commitment (and being accountable to a commitment,) or making an imperfect choice and regretting it (like in the popular parlance FOMO = fear of missing out,) holds me back, rather than standing in something - today.
To take things further, what have I learned in the past year? I won't say what the character in Thomas Pynchon's V says, however, if I haven't learned, there's
no shame in relearning what I thought I had learned, should have learned. Letting the voice subside that tells me how stupid I am for not knowing, as if it were the answer to another test I would fail or get wrong, because there is only one right answer, of course. (Lindsey talks about this relearning in her New Year's post and elsewhere on her blog and somehow I've learned this acceptance and humility from her, as well as gratitude for another day to be present and learn, whether there's a re attached to it, parenthetical or not.
So maybe the word is learn, and for me, accept both the limits of knowledge and the necessity to act and make mistakes, that even being wrong may land on a relatively low rung of the spectrum of catastrophe.