And so it begins...
The farce of a new beginning; all disguised with the change of a number. The illusion of starting back at one. In one minute, I am weighed down with the burden of the last 12 months and in the next I am washed clean. It's a comfort to think that by a turn of the clock I am somehow transformed/absolved/erased. Sounds too good to be true.
Well, I'm not buying it. Tabula Rasa? Try smoke and mirrors.
This year I am going in illusion free. I have found myself half way up a mountain and I have hit a bit of a sweet spot. Steady climbing all the way up. Why would I want to go back? Why start at one when I'm in such good shape? It all seems like a step in the wrong direction...
Instead of my lofty promises of self-improvement I've made over the past two years (73% success rate---not too shabby), I want to continue addressing my on-going struggles:
#1. Find a strength that is not fleeting.
#2. Put Stuart Smalley out of a job... (That's believing in my attributes and not requiring someone else to tell it to me)
#3. Accept love, not force it.
#4. Know who and what deserves my energy.
#5. Don't be dumb.
It seems an obvious list and not at all a resolution but, I've been battling with these little hiccups for years. And frankly, resolutions are bullshit.
Let's just see how this all pans out.
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