So today I walked downtown, my eyes glazed over, deep in thought and finding bliss in music. It felt good. I took the unseasonal warm air as a gift instead of a sign of doom and I just soaked it in while I had the chance. Very refreshing.
Though there is still much uncertainty in my life, I have found so much comfort in the things that are certain. I have also found comfort in the very elements of possibility and opportunity. So I have successfully turned all my anxiety into positive energy that I can use. Yay me! I consider myself very blessed.
I've carefully crafted this coming year to be NBS 2008. Thats means No Bull Shit 2008. I have three main objectives.
1. Nuture My Spirit: This means paying attention to my heart and my soul. I have no reason to be feeling lost and alone when I have so many around me. I used to think it was my "creativity" begging to be tended to. But, I came to the conclusion that those feelings of emptiness come from a lack of soul food (friends, light spiritual guidance, meditation/relaxation and dance.)
2. No Apologies: Perfection is futile. Somehow, I had forgotten one of my own main principals. Nobody is perfect, so why should I be? I have grown tired of the sensation that I have to measure up to a seemingly fictional, very impossible and logically impractical standard. I do what I do and I do the best that I can. That's all. I know where my best interests lie, and I'm genuine. Anything after that is merely a negative trying to take me down a notch.
3. Input the Good, Output The Good: I figure, I'll output the good much more freely, if I align myself to get input that's good. This goes for everything in my life; my marriage, my friends and my work. In addition, I want to do good things for this world. However that happens, it doesn't matter, with so much shit going on, I want my footsteps on this planet to cause good ripples.
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4. GET MY FREAKING DAMNED DRIVER'S LICENCE!
So, with those things written and posted, I'm in for a constructive, positive and enjoyable year. Taking in stride the regular strife and BS that life likes to throw into the mix.