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Hello, Friday

A new year can be like a new love: this one is going to be special. Better than the ones before. This time, not only are you going to expect more, you're going to be more -- more healthy, more honest, more assertive, more daring, more passionate, more thoughtful, more ... more.

Then, of course, January ends and you realize that this new year is weighted with familiar strains and tendencies as the ones you've barely survived before. You realize --again-- that upgrading your entire mindset or your life is much more than a notion.

Still, we set ourselves up for possible deflation every year. Even the folks who proclaim that they never make new year resolutions (and you posers know who you are!), even they have made a silent promise or two to themselves for a better world. Announced or not, broken promises are a drag. Especially when you can only suck teeth at yourself.

Knowing all of this, I still love January. It's a guaranteed block of 30 days where I can walk around feeling like a dream ready-to-be-realized and see my life and everything in it as endless opportunities for ... more.

Hell, I'll deal with the other 11 months as they come.

Like, right now, I'm attacking my task lists rather than re-writing them and delegating instead of over-doing and exercising at least three days a week and drinking my four glasses of water every day and not yelling at my kids every time I'm not in the mood for them to be kid-like and making myself more available and active as a friend and peeling back one more layer of myself for my husband and sealing off access to people much less worthy and caring less about protecting everyone else's feelings and calling spades for what they are and treating myself to special things and setting aside more be-still moments and giving myself permission to think like a warrior queen ...

Right now, anyway. If I'm down to half of this list by March, I'll still consider the new year / new love as "more." We gotta make new promises and set new goals to move a few squares closer to CandyLand. If we content ourselves to stay on our same purple squares simply for fear of losing a turn, we've cheated ourselves and lost the game. Yes, the game which truly is all about being on the board and playing with integrity and some conviction ... "winning" and "losing" are just the byproduct terms we all agreed to use.

So, this is my fraternal nod to everyone who has publicly or privately made a promise for 2006: celebrate yourself. You've spoken a potential new truth into your own reality. For 1 day or all 365 ... your simple promise to drop a habit or pick up a hobby confirms that you are living your life, and not letting life live you.

And if you stumble or detour or just downright quit ... well ... nobody said it was going to be easy. In fact, I invite you to remind me of that fine print when I fall short of posting to this blog every Friday. I may not be able to fully adopt the habit right now, but I've promised myself to give it a shot ...

... at least for another 18 days.

Comments

Copasetic Soul said…
i like January sometimes as well. its has the new beginning feeling. so, i feel you there.

one of my goals was to work out more starting in January...that has since been moved to February. im gonna to keep this one. i wouldnt want to start in March.

so, if you keep me on task, i will do the same for you.

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