Without too much retrospecting here on the blog, 2015 was
more challenging than I wished for. In fact, it was a very hard year. And after a
very hard year, you tend to think about how you can bounce back, or start
anew, or make things better for the next. These thoughts are well supported by
loving friends and family who encouraged me to take some ‘me time’ and, in a
roundabout way, look after number one. So I sat down and considered my New Year
Resolutions (which is my custom. Unlike many others, resolutions really help
guide me through the coming year). Lose weight (or the more socially acceptable
– exercise and eat healthier)? Embrace every, moment? Spoil myself more? Save
money? All good things, but none of these ever sit quite right for me. This year, I can’t move past
this song by Gabrielle Aplin (but originally by Frankie Goes to Hollywood):
The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul…
Make love your goal.
Yes. After a tough year where I became stoic in order to
battle through.
Where my soft-heart was weighed down with practical burdens.
Where I retreated away from people with a frozen ability to
give.
Love must be my
goal this year.
The raw and the emotional.
The sacrificial and the compassionate.
The hard-to-give and the free-flowing.
I am completely loved so I must love onward, instead of
inwards.
(Next blog post I will unravel some specifics to help me
stick to it during the year.)
I love you K! Always. x
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