For Me, From Me
Even though I celebrate New Year’s Day on January 1, there’s a part of me which feels like the year begins now. When the groundhog may venture out and the mustard begins to bloom.
In a couple of days, I’ll be officially a year older. Somehow it feels like a new beginning, yet as my birthday approaches, I think about what I’ve accomplished and what I haven’t. I consider giving myself a present.
What do I want for my birthday from me?
New energy. Creativity. Accomplishment. These things may lead to joy as well as moments of happiness.
Too often I let obstacles distract me. Too often I put things off. Too often I want to curl in a ball and hide from events happening in the world I’m helpless against. Too often I feel sick, weak, and tired.
If I can feel like I’ve accomplished at least one thing every day, I’ll be happier. I feel a little happier every time I finish a blog, a poem, a story, or an unfinished project.
Just one thing every day. That’s what I’m asking of myself. That’s what I’m giving myself.
Wish me luck in giving myself this gift. It’s only too easy to put it aside, to let myself be distracted.
I’ve got a lot of energy stored. I’m currently wearing this energy.
Time to try and spend it.