some of the best thoughts come in the shower. why is that? then, like a dream, they are gone somewhere between inspiration and moisturization. That’s how January first started.
So, it’s the new year and we are being bombarded with affirmations and declarations, spotlighting things currently inadequate in our behavior, that by claiming will somehow improve the quality of our lives.
I’m not fond of new year’s resolutions.
A quote came my way today… “what can you do today to make yourself proud in a year?” That’s doable. Almost as manageable as the notion of “just breathing.” Aren’t there enough demands in our every day lives? It’s a grand enough notion to “just breath” but let’s up the ante to do that one thing that might strike fear in your heart, give you goosebumps just because it challenges you… that thing that normally draws a “no” because the familiar is so comfortable. That’s not a resolution it’s just tweeking the way we think so that good things come our way.
My reality, as it set in yesterday while day dreaming about the road I took in 2012, is this…
I lost weight, I gained weight, made new friends, retired others, lost money and patience, said yes too often, said no too often, accomplished some professional goals, entertained some distractions, confirmed that all my hair is now gray, realized that I’m not much closer to a size 10, decided my heart isn’t a doormat & my kindness is not someone else’s blank check, met bourbon, tried yoga for the first time, wrestled with the suffocation that is often the sense of failure, rallied to find the brighter side, selected & hung window treatments, wore more lipstick, decided to dream big and am blessed with the love of a good man.
2013 … welcome. Let’s sing and dance