So it is that time of year again when people start thinking about the possibilities of the New Year, about what changes they can make to improve their dull and dreary, slightly miserable lives. And like it or not this time of year is truly a time of hope. It just permeates the air – like the smell of cinnamon rolls baking and the endless notes of holiday tunes.
I, for one, love new beginnings. I love blank pieces of paper and vast expanses of perfectly smooth snow. I love the endless possibilities that each of these things invite and the way that they start my mind swirling. There is so much that one can do with these infinite canvases if you only have patience, a heap of dedication and a tiny spark of imagination and vision of your future. Potential. I think it may be my favorite word.
This year I learned that sometimes our future surprises us – you can be walking along, envisioning your life when it jumps out of nowhere and bites you in the ass when you least expect it. I've learned that the future isn't always how we picture it to be – and that sometimes when we force the future to look like the pictures in our heads, it turns out all wrong and ends up a complete disaster. Sometimes, the future is unconventional and messy. Sometimes, you have to just have faith in what the universe has to offer you and realize that some of the best drawings start when you begin to color outside the lines.
So without further ado…
This year I will learn to let go a little and just live. I will learn to trust in myself and listen to myself. I will not give up on hope or love. This year I will start my new beginning with a smile on my face, an open heart and hope in the palm of my hand.
Somebody smack me now – I've been hit on the head with the happy stick today!
Yours,
FGS














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