Resolutions are for assholes. And I’m obviously an asshole, because I’ve made a million of them. I kept about 3 and yet still managed to have a good time of it without getting killed or incarcerated.
Resolutions are just another reason to feel guilty for not accomplishing what we thought we should have. Well, I’m here to say, I’m finished with all that.
I should be able to find the encouragement and motivation to enhance my life and my Self any day of the year. AND I should be able to easily forgive myself if I don’t do what I set out to do. I should treat myself with the same kindness I extend to people I don’t even know. Expectations, my dear friend, are a mind fuck. And I am shooing them out of 2011 – because the only thing they’ve given me are panic attacks, and I’m in no way desiring more of those.
There are things that I want, without a doubt. Like: a family, to travel, to be financially stable, to read more, to be an expert at something, to have a beautiful farm to share with my family and friends … just to name a few. They’re dreams, desires. And they haven’t changed much over the years. And one by one, or two by two – I’ll go ahead and get these things one way or another.
But what I realize more than anything, is that I have everything that I’ve wished for and prayed about. I’m blessed with love and passion, happiness and joys both small and large. And with all that – all my other dreams become so much more easier to reach. They seem closer somehow.
I’m glad it’s 2011, I’m glad for the fresh start. I have to admit, I like this year already. I’m am resolved not to have a resolution, but a revolution. It’s about time.
Italy, Spain, Peru, roadtrip across America, Egypt, Greece, Turkey, Ireland, Scotland and Wales. It’s a good list.
you bet it is.
If you learn of a discount to get to these places, let us know!
michael j
Uh, all except Turkey, that is. Greek sensitivity, you know.