My #newyears #resolution. #thessalonians (Taken with Instagram at Cafe Bassam)
Approaching the new year, my instinct is to be the person who gets her white shoes a little wet, a little puddlely, perhaps even muddy. To weather the storm both during and after. And if I’m lucky, to be prepared before it even approaches.
With shoes laced and feet planted firmly on the ground, despite her spirit’s natural inclination to float well beyond the clouds, she is resilient. Stable she shall be this new year, even in facing mother nature and her surprising yet inevitable fury. To overcome adversity with bravery. To embrace the rough asphalt beneath her soles only to produce the most honest reflection, rooted in the truth that overcomes uncertainty—that it is indeed a new year. But more notably, a new day.
No matter how many times my heart is swallowed by the sea of momentary thought turned loneliness and listlessness, I retract, restart and refrain. The sunny days are few, random and turn achingly cold when least expected. But this time, I bought new prep gear for this here new year. I’m also hoping you bought the fact I didn’t mean for the previous lines to flow so rhythmically.
2010, I approach you with reproach towards the seemingly missing ingredients to my Life’s (cereal) recipe. Why? Because discouragement is so 2009. Expectations and normative thinking will get us nowhere, especially with the God created dealings of the emotional heart, what beats that is God’s truth. A truth that is far from my mind’s lies and short stories. I challenge you faithful people of the social media realm to tap into this ambition. This ambition is for those who are fans of the upper hand. Let’s completely destroy the habit of self-infliction on the spirit. A new year easily produces and embraces a new me—a brave me. Though it is not easy being better, it sure is wretched to stay in the same dark blues.
Laying my vigorous arms and legs onto a will I’ve only found with time and trust.
