As I sit this morning, museli in hand, a fine rain coating pavements in my street: I look at the blank pages of my note book on the floor next to me.
I stare at the fire in front of me, placing the notebook in my lap and the pen in my hand and hope to find words that I can share, ‘from me to you’ – on this day of glancing back.
2012 was the usual mix of highs and lows. I have stood on mountains and absorbed it all: looking out at the world and looking in at me. I have lived and I have loved and if I were to write down all the stuff that really mattered, I would be proud of myself. I am proud of me.
Things I have been aware of for years: good advice I have shared and learnings I have gathered, have this year been harvested. They have sunk under my skin and are now part of my sub conscious.
I know that it is not enough to know that I am responsible for my own happiness. I really am. I absolutely am. Since I accepted that responsibility, I am no longer afraid to say it for fear it might not be true.
Everyone and everything else is icing on the cake. Receiving the time, attention, recognition and friendship of others is a privilege. It is not mine to expect or take.
I have written with a greater consistency in 2012 than ever before. I have been published in 2 magazine, many times on line and I have taken my first steps into the world of blogging.
I am thankful. I am at peace. I am loved. I am happy.
I wish the same to you.