New Year’s Eve and my birthday are the two days that I loath the most throughout the year. These are the days that I become hyper-analytical and reflective about the goals I have set and the progress made toward those goals. It is rare that I spend any amount of time reflecting on the good, I seem to spend the majority of the time and energy beating myself up over the lack of progress. Some reflection is good – and doing in a way that expresses gratefulness for the path, the journey and the progress is best, whereas the way I am doing it during my times on these days in particular – is unhealthy.
While these days are a struggle for me, the passing of them eventually leaves me with an emotionally worn-down, tattered soul that feels like it just survived a battle. I knew the fight was coming, I weathered the storm, and although I’m sore – the sun has risen the next day and there is a newness to it – one that whispers, “stand up”.
The start of a new year brings with it hope that I can write down new goals and do my best to make them reality.
I know in my heart (and my mind) that it is all up to me. Success or failure are destinations that only I define, and the decision to take the journey is one that only I decide.
With this in mind, I am moving forward with keen eye toward a new goal, a passionate desire within my heart to reach it, and a back pocket full of gentle patience – because we all know I’m going to need a ton of that along the way! 🙂
Happy New Year!