I took myself out on a long drive today. I filled up my tank and circled through the downtown area, paralleled the banks of the mighty James, and crossed three bridges (one twice).
I wanted to be present as 2021 goes away, and as 2022 comes in.
Oddly I wasn’t in a reflective mood, or even interested in entertaining the idea of feeling grateful.
Though I know I am both, often.
No. Rather, what came over me as I soaked in the afternoon through my sunroof was this: What I wish in 2022 is to be something akin to a sought-after Gold Medal.
Something that not only I will drape around my own shoulders, but also something that can be a prized ribbon for any one happens upon me.
I don’t want to be a Silver Medal.
Nor a 3rd place Bronze Medal.
I don’t want to be a plaque given for having shown up.
Or a letter extolling best wishes for trying.
I want to be a Gold Medal.
A shiny beautiful pure treasured gold medal … the kind of charm that no one wants to take off.
The kind of award that makes people feel special.
This is new for me.
I’ve never wanted to be anyone’s medal before, not even my own.
And, truth be told, I’m not entirely sure how to go about being a Gold Medal. But I think it might have an awful lot to do with celebrating Grace, Patience, Forgiveness and Kindness.
Happy Friday. And a Safe and Happy New Year’s Eve.