Hello to the first few hours of 2015. I am not a believer of god. However when it feels like a black cloud continues to follow you regardless of your best efforts to change I always think of the words my mother would say to me when I was younger. "This happens because you have allowed the devil to take part in your life and now you have to fight hard to rid yourself of him." Even though I don't even remotely believe in the biblical devil I do believe in bad energy. And I sort of feel like all the bad energy of this last year is still lingering.
For the most part we all love a new year. We welcome it in with kisses, cheers, friends, family, good food and drinks. We write letters biding adieu to the past year. We set goals and have aspirations for the new year. I think we all love it so much because it's a more tangible way to view time which is always fleeting. I have always viewed life and years as books. You start the new year with a beautifully bound crisp note book. When you open the spine cracks. And on the first page you take the time and write beautifully, neatly. And as time goes by we get sloppy, we make mistakes and have to ripe pages out, cross out paragraphs. Regardless of the year you had it just always feels good to metaphorically set the old book on the shelf and start a new one. To start all over, set new goals, intentions, aspirations.
However I have to remind myself today that in reality it is really just a Thursday like any other Thursday. All the struggles in the last year are still here and present. All those wounds are still new and need time to heal. Unfortunately all my previous mistakes didn't go away with the passing of the old year. I need to remind myself not to be discouraged that not all is perfect and well. However I also need to remind myself that with hard work, persistence and lots and lots of love all will heal and it will have all been worth it. Last year was trying but it taught me lots. More than anything it taught me that family is truly the most important thing about life. You hold on to family, you fight for family and you never give up. I have nothing but high hopes for the future and to fill this blog and my life with happy memories of all the good that is to come. Because that is the prize. At the end of my life I want nothing more than to sit next to my husband all wrinkled and cute looking at the family our love built and having known that our work went naught in vain.
Don't be discouraged if these first few hours of the new year haven't gone the way you want. You have your whole life to fix it. Start over. Take it minutes at a time; sometimes anything else just feels like too large of a task to manage and that is okay. This too shall pass.
-Bye
For the most part we all love a new year. We welcome it in with kisses, cheers, friends, family, good food and drinks. We write letters biding adieu to the past year. We set goals and have aspirations for the new year. I think we all love it so much because it's a more tangible way to view time which is always fleeting. I have always viewed life and years as books. You start the new year with a beautifully bound crisp note book. When you open the spine cracks. And on the first page you take the time and write beautifully, neatly. And as time goes by we get sloppy, we make mistakes and have to ripe pages out, cross out paragraphs. Regardless of the year you had it just always feels good to metaphorically set the old book on the shelf and start a new one. To start all over, set new goals, intentions, aspirations.
However I have to remind myself today that in reality it is really just a Thursday like any other Thursday. All the struggles in the last year are still here and present. All those wounds are still new and need time to heal. Unfortunately all my previous mistakes didn't go away with the passing of the old year. I need to remind myself not to be discouraged that not all is perfect and well. However I also need to remind myself that with hard work, persistence and lots and lots of love all will heal and it will have all been worth it. Last year was trying but it taught me lots. More than anything it taught me that family is truly the most important thing about life. You hold on to family, you fight for family and you never give up. I have nothing but high hopes for the future and to fill this blog and my life with happy memories of all the good that is to come. Because that is the prize. At the end of my life I want nothing more than to sit next to my husband all wrinkled and cute looking at the family our love built and having known that our work went naught in vain.
Don't be discouraged if these first few hours of the new year haven't gone the way you want. You have your whole life to fix it. Start over. Take it minutes at a time; sometimes anything else just feels like too large of a task to manage and that is okay. This too shall pass.
-Bye
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