So. 2012 is upon us, the juggernaut peeping out coyly from behind the broom-closet door. I barely have time to glance at it, really – my hair still wet from the deluge of 2011, my arms full of projects, my feet always moving inexorably forward. No time to look back in reflection, lately. The air is thick with resolutions and goals for the future though, but they hang like a thick miasma, amorphous and vague until I can actually hew them out of my intention and make them real. I want to make a lot of stuff happen this year, for myself. Just for today, though – let’s simplify. I’ve been into that lately, which is odd, because I’m an avid sybarite, a collector, an embellisher. I’ll never be spartan, perhaps – but lately, I crave a bit of simplicity, at least in my outlook. Here’s something that made me re-think my approach to this year’s resolutions (especially the ones I wince at, realizing that they have been carried over, unfulfilled, from years previous – hello: driving, exercise, new website et cetera.) Well, whatever! This will be the year, damn it! But listen to this:
“You can’t punish yourself into change. You can’t whip yourself into shape. But you can love yourself into well-being.” – Susan Skye
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