It took me a while to draft this piece up. I am still in the process of putting my discombobulated thoughts into cohesive sentences. As 2019 presses on fervently, i find myself trying to live like the awakened ones do; you know, the ones who have their mantras and intentions firmly ensconced in their minds, marching towards certainty. But alas, week 2 into the year and i am flailing like a frightened chicken on the brink of death.
So to hell with it. Rather than follow the crowd (which has its merits sometimes), i will tend to my own garden. I will plant seeds of hope, and watch as they bloom of their own accord. I don’t know what will unfold, but there can be no harm in trying to improve.
While the year beforehand was filled with woe is me mantras and incessant self-loathing, this year will focus mostly on the possibility of dreaming, of growth, of learning, of leaning into the power of positive what ifs. I mean what the hell is the point of life if not living voraciously through the truckload of ups and downs, swings and misses, love and loss meeting us on our journey. It would be an absolute waste to focus solely on the bad times, of which there are and will be many.
So with that wild preamble, I am dubbing this year the year of SOLUTIONS (for me atleast). No more excuses. Excuses never broke ceilings and generated ideas. Excuses never made a way in the valleys. Excuses never paid bills, never put food on the table and made time to self- heal (mentally, emotionally and physically). Excuses are energy drainers, so lets just drop that shit. Only elevation and self -growth this year. So…how we gon do this?