The difference a day makes…

Excuse me; is there still room to jump on the New Year train? Last year…well it wasn’t what I expected and it’s easy to dismiss but when I really capture those past experiences I think it was a success. Even in all the messes I still see bits of beautiful. I’m learning how to step away from those moments to find clarity for opportunities that aren’t visible in the haze. I’m happy. Did everything I planned work out? No. But that’s okay. New mornings. New mercies. New years.

Something I notice was how materialist I get towards the end of the year. Needing something to show for my time and efforts spent, seeing everyone else’s blessing and having a want overshadow real needs. And then without attempt the flash of a new year has created a minimalist out of me. Unload, declutter, become fresh and clean…it’s foremost in my mind.

Resolutions and goals have been set but only with my understanding that it really is a process of one day at a time. I will no longer let another year escape me by focusing too far in the future. Little, unobvious, unappreciated instances and pleasures have won my attention and I’m learning to celebrate regularly.

2011 meant…
easing just a little more comfortably into who I am; without apologies
discovering truths and receiving closures I’d given up on
family is something I never knew I always wanted
less leggings and more jeans help me manage my weight
confidence is contagious
mornings are my favorite part of the day
action really is required for change
the cold side of the pillow is delightful
treating myself sometimes is necessary and doesn’t require guilt