By Leaps & Bounds
"We can improve our relationships with others by leaps and bounds if we become encouragers instead of critics." ~Joyce Meyers
Pssst, hey you...yes you--your move. How will you leap into 2020?
I have to admit, New Year's Eve is my favorite holiday of the year. I love the somberness and stillness of the moment.
New year's eve, makes me cry tears of joy and sadness simultaneously. I cry for goals achieved and those not so much. I cry for those loved ones and friends still here, and for those that for the life of me (even after trying to drag by their baby hairs into 2020 with me), are no longer here. And sometimes my tears don't have a reason--I just cry.
But it is this quote by Paulo Coehlo that makes me feel so much better:
“Words are tears that have been written down. Tears are words that need to be shed. Without them, joy loses all its brilliance and sadness has no end.”
New Years is exactly that--new.
Anything new always seems a little scary.
January 1st ipso facto, is always a little trepidatious and portentous.
I think there's a quiet, collective shell-shock reverberating throughout the planet.
That unified: "Holy shit, it's 2020!"
I'm getting older.
I'm not where I wanted to be.
I'm exactly where I wanted to be.
I'm still in "Kansas."
I'm not in "Kansas" anymore.
I'm married...happily ever after.
I'm married...unhappily after all.
Good news...I'm my own boss.
Bad news...I'm still my own boss.
2 out of 10 things from 2019's resolutions ain't bad.
None out of ten ain't good.
Why do I even bother this year?
Cuz this year is going to be different, right?
I can't make any promises to you, but I can make a promise to myself, that will in the end make you a beneficiary.
I am promising to be named encourager of the year!
That's right, I'm vowing to only uplift others.
Although I've never been a gossiper, I want to be even less cheaply chatty.
Not to engage in cheap critiques or gossip...even about celebrities.
I will work double overtime to find something good to say.
Be there for others.
Support their dreams.
Support their failures...which is theoretically much more vital to their well-being.
Support their so-called moral missteps.
Support their truths.
Support their decisions...which may impact me negatively. I will still support you.
Support friend and stranger alike to live their best life.
Support my fellow homo sapiens that I get the honor of being alone on an elevator with.
I promise to speak. I promise to engage. I promise to make eye contact.
I promise when I'm alone in a random waiting room full of strangers, I will simply be and NOT scroll through Instagram.
I promise to give whenever and wherever I can, if it helps make the situation better.
I'm promising to not critique blindly.
I'm promising to not be too critical, if you ask my opinion.
I'm promising to find the good...even in the midst of nothing but bad.
I'm promising to be better.
I'm promising to get out of my feelings. Sometimes my feelings are just that--my feelings.
I will take leaps of faiths and trust my heart.
Even when my brain is screaming something totally different.
For I lived long enough to know that the brain protects.
The heart preserves.
And yes, there's a difference.
I'm bound to have a good time...a good life.
I'm not bound to my past.
They say no one achieves success instantly...by leaps or bounds, it's step by step.
Well I've walked the steps--barefoot.
Leaped over the potholes and sometimes missed.
Now I'm bounding towards success.
What will seem like an overnight success, know that this is 50 years in the making.
I hope you too will claim 2020 as your year.
May all your dreams come true.
Either way, It's bound to be good, because you're still here; you're still alive to share your gift...to make a difference.
Happy New year,