It will be so good to see this year close out, though I intellectually know that a particular segment of time as pronounced by society as a "year" such as 2006 has no meaning in the scheme of life.
Emotionally however, and mentally, it can be named and blamed as an period of good or bad, and this one’s been a baddie. The New Year’s myth is of course generated by hope which is in itself mere imagination. But it’s the placebo that can work on the mind to make things better because they seem better in our belief.
So I’m planning the celebration of a coming period of time that will be happier, healthier, and most of all, less stressful. I’m starting with the hope that a new lawyer can settle things quickly on the matters that have muddled my mind for two years. I’m becoming more picky in personal relationships and in what I can give and in my expectations of those I choose to include in my life. I plan to change course in my writing and how I spend the time that’s available to me. Nothing will overwhelm my commitment to passions, but the blinders are off and the ability to see when I’m just spinning my wheels will become obvious and acted upon.
I choose to enjoy rather than obsess. I choose to walk away rather than fight. I choose to use this coming year in every opportunity it offers.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Have a good 2007…
You too, Rethabile. I like what you’re doing at Poefrika with the discussion and hope it thrives with the promise it holds.