I've always been a resolution type of person.
When I was young, my resolutions revolved around grades and having a positive attitude. I stuck to them for a few weeks and although many times I forgot the exact resolution I had made, the sense of dedication to a specific task seemed to stick (most of the time).
As I matured, the resolutions became less focused on external factors, and more directed at becoming the type of person that I truly want to be, setting up practices that help me to be at my best as much as possible. Things like meditation time, exercise goals and drinking more water than coffee (this is a stretch for me still) have been on my list.
I've slipped up.
Many of the well established habits that had taken a good footing in my life, flew quickly out the window during the COVID turmoil and I have struggled to get back to consistency. Each time life throws a curve, the resolution train is halted, or thrown completely off the track.
So this year, I start again.
I want to be more healthy than I was last year.
I want to be more loving and patient than I was last year.
I want to focus on the good and fill my life with gratitude.
I begin again...
knowing I will fail,
knowing I will forget my commitment to improvement on days when I am tired, and worn and struggling
and realizing that I am a flawed human who will never quite have it all together.
Yet I begin.
Again.
I begin today.
I'll begin again tomorrow.
And the next day.
And the next.
Regardless.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Begin.
May your 2022 be filled with many positive beginnings!
Kim