I’ve been thinking about intentionality ever since I listened to this episode of the Elise Gets Crafty podcast.  During 2016, I tuned in to my intuition, but suddenly I could not get the word “intentional” out of my head.  How could I listen to my intuition and also be intentional at the same time?  Should I even try to be intentional?

On Tuesday, I sat down to write and my thoughts turned to 2016. It was morning, and I was at my favorite coffee shop across the street from my therapist’s office. In an hour, we’d be meeting for the last time of the year. Seemed like a good time to reflect.

So I wrote and wrote and wrote about 2016 and listed all the things I had done.  Then my thoughts turned to 2017, so I started to write about all the things I want to do in the coming year.  I had a lot of ideas and as I wrote, a plan emerged.  Then I started to plot out the year.

That’s when I realized I was being intentional.I have not lived a very intentional life. Or rather, I have not been as intentional as I want to be. Maybe it seemed too risky?

For years, almost my entire life, I have wanted to be a writer. So what did I do? I majored in history and went to law school and just kept vaguely thinking that I wanted to be a writer while working at one firm and then another and using up all my energy to write letters to opposing counsel and go to court and do all sorts of stuff that shredded my soul.  All the while, I dreamed of writing and dabbled with it, but I never got intentional. I never made a plan for how and when I was going to make the transition from lawyer to writer.

Well, now I am being intentional and it does not feel risky – it feels life affirming. In 2017, I intend to finish revising my memoir about postpartum depression and publish it. And then, I’m going to write a novel and do my best to publish it before the end of the year.

I have a lot more intentions for 2017, but methinks this post is getting a bit long. Check back tomorrow for my 2017 Intentions!