Welcome to day Four of the New Year. Feeling depleted yet? Let yourself down on yet another New Year's Resolution? Well- Don't FRET! Time to start again.
What is it with all these proclamations? Only to be said and then to leave us feeling depleted and unrest.
New Years Day - I was jazzed up- ready to conquer. I had spent the night before into the wee hours of the morning holding my friends head out of a toilet. He vomited his way into the New Year- while I- willingly- devoted my time into being of service.
You see, about 6 years ago, I made the life decision to never sip on the gourd again. SO it was my honor to remind myself why I stopped- why I always have so much MORE FUN knowing- that when I choose to go out I will not wind up praying to the porcelain gods.
But this post isn't about drinking. Please drink all you want. Smoke all you want. Party your freaking pants off. Please.
I do. But I guess in my own way.
I speak of depletion in a very honest sense. Using up the natural resource of yourself & of others. In my "well" so to speak I've been able to harness what my deeper intention is and what I am committed to coming into the New Year.
It isn't something as puerile as giving up white bread for a month- which in all honestly- if thats where you are at THATS GREAT! - But for me I'm not interested in that act.
Mary Oliver quotes, " Let the animal of your body love what it loves" - And for me - the Animal of my body loves Being an Honest Woman of My WORD. And Also my animal is committed to Living in Love. Cliche as it might sound this is my hardest struggle.
As I've gone into this New Year I have been in the Battle Field of my Mind. I've been warding off the fear of REJECTION- of financial INSECURITY.. of FAILING. But it's evanescent. It's a practice. It's like holding warrior 2 pose for twenty breaths with out straightening your leg. I realize that every breath that I take is gearing up for reaching my fullest potential. I know I'm not perfect. Jeez. But sometimes I try to be. Like the other night I made dinner for a friend- made something that to my definition of deliciousness- and he HATED it. Boom. Threw me into the REJECT PILE real quick. But I realized. I can't cook. HA! Big deal right? Doesn't mean I am less of a woman- less sexy.. less appealing.. less anything.
SO I cut myself a BREAK. Woof. It's okay to be transparent. To be vulnerable. To be Human.
That's WHAT I AM. And I think that's what YOU ARE TOO.
So as we venture into the rest of our day and into the rest of our "new year" ... Lets ask ourselves; What are we committed to? What does the ANIMAL of OUR BODY LOVE?
And watch how the beauty of our worlds unfold onto each other as we frolic into this Wondrous Winter Wonderland.
<3 Love and Light