Today, I woke up and I was happy. Like genuinely happy. It’s amazing what proper sleep does for the human spirit. I got up, went grocery shopping, took out the recycle, did the dishes, looked at a used car and then came home to take a walk.
My walk was lovely. I just strolled (and panted) around the neighbourhood all bundled up listening to twenty one pilot’s album, Blurryface. My walk gave me time to think and to ground myself. Being outdoors always seems to have that kind of magical influence.
I want things for myself: I want to be successful, I want to be involved, and I want to be loved. As I walked, I thought about what each of these meant to me. I found it important to remind myself that my idea of success and love might not be what ‘society’ labels it as. That I need to stop comparing where I’m at in my life, with here I think I should be. For me, comparison is the death of motivation.
I need to give myself credit for the many, many mountains I’ve climbed this year. I’m proud of myself for the physical and emotional things I’ve been able to cope with.
Here’s to a happier and more loving 2016.