Hi You,
Haven’t posted in a long time. Haven’t felt comfortable enough to post what I want. Haven’t felt like myself emotionally in a long time. So, what I do, I hide. Hibernate. As someone said yesterday to me, “when you’re hurting, you run away and lick your wounds, like an injured dog.” Well, if that isn’t true, I’m not sure what is.
I would say, not anymore, not this year! But why? There really isn’t anything wrong with taking a moment and healing. Breathing. Regaining your strength. In fact, what I am going to do, is more of that this year. Heal. Breathe. Strengthen. Remember the woman I learned I was. I am. The woman I lost in the chaos of the past two years. Because of fear. Insecurity. Pain. But those words, they aren’t going with me into this year. I’m leaving them in 2023. They won’t even continue on through the rest of this letter. I’m not going to live in denial that I will never feel those emotions again, because that would be outrageous, it’s a part of life. But what I will do, is accept them as they come. Process the feels. Heal from them. Then focus on the positives and grow.
I don’t remember setting intentions last year. And I think, honestly, the year reflected that just a little. This year, I intend to find my strength as a woman again. I intend to remember and be grateful everyday day for what I have in my life. I intend to rely on my faith above all else. I intend to find my balance again. To accept who I am, imperfections and all. To grow. To learn. To live my life with purpose. With joy. To celebrate. Sure, I have the “normal” goals in mind too, read more, learn a new language, get back into writing…but I think once my heart is at peace, everything else will fall back into place the way it is supposed to. No negative pressure. Just to be.
2024, just be.
What are you bringing into the new year?
Happy New Year!
xoxo
Letters to You 