As the end of 2015 is knocking at our door, we see a litany of lists, countdowns and general miscellanea reminding us that a new year is upon us and we should be inventorying our lives. I certainly appreciate taking the time to reminisce about the past year and reflect on all the changes that have taken place, but the idea that we wait to make resolutions but once a year irks me. Headlines like, “New Year, New You” and articles talking about what to do before your New Year’s resolutions begin, litter news feeds this time of year begging the question of what are you going to change (or not change) about yourself come Friday.
Let me start by saying, I don’t believe in New Years resolutions. I think the concept that the “New Year” will make us change, or somehow make things different is, well, naive. Really, when we wake up on Friday, it is just another day, like any other (perhaps slightly more hungover—if thats your thing). Simply because we acknowledge the Julian calendar, what makes this day different than any other? The idea of making resolutions goes back to ancient times when the Babylonians thought that was the best way to please the Gods and ask for their good favor over the coming year. When we make resolutions for someone else’s benefit or resolutions that doesn’t personally resonate with us, those are often the ones that only last a few weeks into the new year.
Everyone has been asking me how all of this happened, how I made the switch from claims adjuster to following my dreams, seemingly overnight. I’ve been out of the hustle and bustle of the corporate world for a few weeks now, and have had some time to catch my breath and reflect on how it was that I got here. Let me start from the beginning.
Ask anyone who knows me — I have always been, well, different. As a young child, I had fairly clear clairvoyance and was able to see a full, bright spectrum of colors and textures surrounding living beings. Having that gift enabled me to manipulate the energy I was seeing, without formal training and really without knowing what I was doing. This wasn’t something that was openly discussed with family or friends, as I didn’t want to draw attention to anything else that made me stand out more than I already did being a little chunky and kind of weird. As I got older, my gifts grew and became overwhelming, and at times confusing, so I asked for my sight to be "normal" -- and so it was.
By the time I was a teenager, I realized that this was one of my God given gifts, but by then, I had to work to get it back as I had asked it to go away. I was using my gifts sparingly; for example, if my mom had a headache, I would pull the negative energy out, but because I didn’t know what I was doing, I would absorb her energy and wind up with a headache myself instead. I was doing energy work without knowing what I was doing, so my mom asked if I wanted to look more into energy healing modalities to give me a basic knowledge of what I was already doing.
Arielle is a best-selling author, holistic life coach and intuitive energy healer.