When you’ve been frustrated, disappointed, and dragged around by your emotions about something you’ve been trying to accomplish, then you’re nearly there. It’s coming to fruition. It’s too late to give up. So don’t.
Our thoughts are the key to our own mind. We lock or unlock our potential to encourage ourselves.
I write my individuality with ink. If my pen explodes and leaks a splotch, am I dark and messy?
Have a splotch-less day, fellow WordPress people.
I love clocks, not so much because they keep time, but because the hands point to the chance we have to add wisdom to our days. I have many handsome clocks. They’re all a minute or three off from each other as I adjust them, and me, to this hour missed today.
Sometimes it’s just the middle of January and BAM—there goes a resolution—swirling, plummeting out of reach.
Is it that we fickle humans aren’t steadfast in our “Dear Me” loyalties? Are expectations too high, or perhaps the initial “Happy New Year” excitement spurred us on? Did you do it? Did you promise yourself? To what extent?
Nice instead of nasty? Walk the dog twice no matter the weather? Eat less, dance more? Read more fun stuff, less news? Nicotine freedom? Treat coffee with more respect?
What really, really matters deep within?
A quote has been at eye level in my writing lair for years. I find it to be most effective in January, and it self propels itself. It is, perhaps, a doable resolution:
“I am only one. I can’t do everything, but I can do something, And, I will not let what I can’t do interfere with what I can do. The something I ought to do, I can do. And by the grace of God, I will. [Edward Everett Hale] (1822-1909)
Thank you, Sir.
I have never had so much trouble resetting a password. Anyway, I’m back, and I’ll catch up later.
Happy New Year WordPress bloggers and readers. I hope your Christmas was lovely!
I want to like you just the way you are in my imagination today, because sometimes I do not.
Let’s take a walk. Not in the wind, but on it… in my imagination. Blowing around here and there, with sails made of thoughts and fascination. Images, warm, colourful, and free from yesterdays I keep.
But melt and pour out the ice castles we co-erect so we can forget our cold hands and join them to take joy-rides on the wind.
What can understand our spirits’ unity—just the way we are? Love can.
L. P Penner, 2001
Human love can be so complicated. Thanks for reading~