New Year Resolution: Fully Free In 2022, Will You Be?

Fully Free: It is one of the many promises to myself that I have kept: to be fully free. Now 56 years old, my journey has taken me across many of the places that we call countries. This is the best time of my life. The period of full personal freedom. This was a promise made to myself eleven years ago.

At the time, my blog was hosted elsewhere and under a different name. The article that I wrote highlighting this promise is republished today as the conversation on Daughters of Sheba social media is about preparing for the new year.

Read my previously published article below:

Fully Free: A Promise To Myself In 2009

Prior to 2006, I am hard-pressed to recall a New Year’s resolution that I have kept for longer than a day. This pastime that we have of making a list of vices that we resolve not to repeat in the upcoming year is hogwash. Sorry for my directness but having duped me so many times into believing that I could vow not to overeat, lose weight, save money or some other folly of that nature makes me cynical on this score.

New Year’s Eve 2009 now finds me envisioning, not vowing, a better path for myself. 

That decision to spend December 31 into January 1 praying, scanning magazines for images and creating a collage of my New Year started in 2006. It was a decision made in desperation but one of the best I have ever made. Instead of dancing the night away with a bunch of drunks who are looking to get laid (sorry for the frankness but it is the truth) by someone other than their partners, I spent the time in the quiet of my home. Usually alone with my dogs, praying for guidance and making a collage of the best me that I can see.

December 2009

On Sunday, December 27, 2009, my then-husband said he wanted to hear a sermon. This was an unusual request, one that was partially prompted by my eliciting a promise from him to lay off playing Farmville on Facebook for the day. Actually, he wanted me to deliver the sermon as I had not done so in more than a year. He told me that one of his proudest memories of me was sitting in the pews of a church listening to me preach. For some reason, he wanted to be in the space again. He agreed to watch Bishop T.D. Jakes instead.

fully freeThe Sermon

As we prepared breakfast, the worship service got underway at Potter’s House, the name of Bishop Jakes church. However, unlike many other services, this one did not grab my attention. Well not until Bishop Jakes got into the meat and potatoes of his sermon.

“Kill it, destroy it…!” he shouted. “Then give praises!”

“What the heck is he on about?” I thought.

“You cannot go into the New Year with the old year’s baggage!” he was saying or something to that effect. By now he had my full attention.

Hash browns in my mouth watered down by my silent tears, I raised my hand when Bishop Jakes said, “I am preaching to somebody in here today!”

I did not know about any of the well-coiffed, high-brow ladies and deaconess in the Potter’s House but for sure I knew Bishop Jakes was talking out my business! How many years have I:

  • Been walking around with the pain of rejection, loneliness, abandonment, low self-esteem, not feeling good enough, deep unhappiness despite the smile on my face?
  • Fooled me into believing that I had released an issue only to have it resurface across the oceans?
  • Made vows to do right the next year – eat less, exercise more, give unselfishly – and never managed to achieve any of these?

Kill It And Destroy It

I listened keenly to Bishop Jakes teaching all who cared to learn that until you “kill and destroy it” – the ghosts of the past that keeps haunting you now – you will not find real peace and meaning. The truth of his words stirred a memory.

A year prior to that, I attended my first Burning Bowl Service in Kingston, Jamaica. It is a special service hosted by the Universal Centre of Truth for Better Living in January each year. Participants are invited to write out and burn in a collective fire the issues of their hearts. I attended two of these services and burned many pieces of paper in that bowl. I have even had my own private burning sessions, setting alight paper, pictures, cards or anything that would hold me in a past that I so badly needed to be fully free of.

Proverbs is possibly my favourite chapter in the Bible and some of the best advice, at least to me, comes from the fourth chapter. These are some of the verses that I hold dear:

23Keep your heart with all vigilance,
for from it flow the springs of life.
24Put away from your crooked speech
and put devious talk far from you.
25Let your eyes look directly forwards,
and your gaze be straight before you.
26Keep straight the path of your feet,
and all your ways will be sure.
27Do not swerve to the right or to the left;
turn your foot away from evil.

fully freeNew Year Resolutions

In my opinion, this is what Bishop Jakes was reminding me. Enough of the meaningless New Year’s resolution. Time to kill and destroy the self-talk and thoughts that would take my eyes and feet away from the Journey. It is not enough to “let go.”

To begin to realize a deep-seated freedom in my 45th year, it was time to “kill” the remnants of my bondage.

I know he was speaking the truth because since I have stopped the New Year’s Eve night debauchery and spent the night in quiet reflection creating my vision board, things have been very different in my life. Just about every image that I pasted on my collage has materialized – house, new vehicle, someone who loves me “more than cook food”, marriage, vacation(s), career growth, etc.

Yet, some things are outstanding and cannot be mounted on any board.

There is a Part Two to this story that will be shared in another post.

Until then,


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