What's Up, Pussy Cat?
THIS is that "once upon a time" and each day to follow is one, too.
I wish I was "a motivational speaker."
First I will have to motivate myself!
A whole year is stretching out before us....endless opportunities.
One year in a lifetime of days, months, and years.
What will this day, this month, this year mean to this lifetime?
If years past are any indication, it will only mean what I make it mean.
Clean slate! Write on it what I will: the good, the bad, the ugly (perish that thought!)
The potential for this year is certainly what the potential for last year was on January 1st.
Now that past is history.
What history was it? What was its good, its bad, its ugly?
How do I learn from those 365 days in order to make these 365 days something to be proud of?
Oh, right! I resolve to....what?
Someone wrote "We are important as an element in the Cosmos."
Are you kidding?
A grain of sand on a shifting beach? A desert sand dune swept by blasts of hot air, constantly moving?
It seems like that sometimes; no it seems like that too often.
It's easy to feel marginalized in a big city, and to feel infinitesimal out in the wide open spaces.
There is only one reality I wish I might understand: I am me.
All the habits, all the learning, all the weaknesses and strengths, all the associations somehow have made me what I take forward into this new year.
They are my tools, my handicaps, and my advantages.
How do I turn them into a new reality I can be proud of when the next December 31st rolls around?
That is worth a thought today, maybe even every one of the next 364 days.