Reflections | from the Wild Isadora

Every year we all make resolutions.
 
We sit down, map out our lives, and plan an ideal year that would include a shift within us. 
 
Some form of change. Some form of newness. Some progressed version of ourselves. 
 
A deep desire of change and progression that lies within us, begging to come out to express itself,  attached to a resolution made the night before a new year. 
 
I used to follow those resolution commitments and like everyone else failed halfway through January.
 
As a pre-teen, I would sit down and envision a better life that I wanted and occasionally accomplished a couple of these resolutions by December. Most of my resolutions consisted of basic everyday functions, which should be achiveable by the time you are an adult. 
 
Feeling defeated and not progressing in my life, I cried my sorrows of living a “purposeless” life to my mother.
 
My mother listened, ever so patiently, to her teenage offspring, tilted her head, and said in the most loving voice, 
 
“My darling, you have so much life to live, even if you mess up, you still have years to recover.”
 
As I looked at my mum thoroughly confused at what the hell she was talking about, she grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, looked me straight in the eyes and said, “On this piece of paper I want you to write down 1 to 100.”
 
After writing the numbers down, my mother looked at my paper and said, “You see these numbers, This is your life…” she paused for dramatic effect before continuing, “…and this is the life you lived,” she said as she started crossing out some numbers.
 
“The rest of the numbers are what’s left to live, if you live your life right.“ 
 
That lesson had such profound effect, that ever since, I have attempted to be intentional my with my thoughts, with my words, and with my actions.
 
Easy to say not so easy to do. 
 
As I started to be more involved with sports throughout my teenage years, I started learning and applying the art of goal setting and within months improved my performance. 
 
I don’t know why, but I never applied those skills to my life until I was much older. 
 
I started reviewing my goals every year and reaching them.
 
Then, I started learning and reading more about goal setting that I started reviewing my goals every month.
 
Then every week.
 
Then every day. 
 
Constantly reviewing progress and performance, as well as identifing areas of improvement.
 
Which brings us to now. 
 
After taking a mini break from social media in an effort to detox from the events of this year, I decided to reflect back on the first half of 2020 and all the hopeful resolutions I made before this year started. 
 
Some resolutions have been resolved. Some are still in progress. Some, well…yeah.
 
Overall, what I have gained in my reflective process is that we all have a voice. 
 
A voice that may be small, but yet can still achieve.
 
A voice that vibrates an expression of our inner desires.
 
A voice that can be expressed through various mediums, whenever applied with intense focus. 
 
A voice that can become a roar when amplified by other voices. 
 
A voice that is the auditory translation of your soul. 
 
So, express your voice however you like.
 
Be it via social media posts, protests, silent protests, loud protests, abstaining from protests, reading about fake news, being a part of fake news, whatever you can. 
 
Just remember, your voice has value.

Make sure whatever expression you choose, reflects your values. 


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