Nothing like a new year on the calendar to motivate resolutions. The ones our gut has been pulling us towards, but we’ve been hesitant to make work. Of course, it’s always a good time to start living the life we deserve. Sometimes with a clear cut motivator, a moment in time can push those dreams into reality.
Why can’t we make resolutions weekly? Daily? As they come? Why must we wait until a new year to start demanding positive change from ourselves? My New Year’s resolution is to take the new year out of the equation. To make more resolutions for myself. Realistic goals I can achieve and the space to create as many as I find productive.
Confidence and pride are strengthened as new potential is reached. Set goals act like fire, motivating movement. New understanding, ideas, inspiration. Newfound desire, replenished faith in my own abilities. In some cases, the act of making goals can be just as beneficial as the accomplishments. Keep those internal wheels greased up and spinning.
I try to keep my mind active with hope, while clear from expectations. It is not what happens to me that determines my success, but my perception of success that keeps me feeling worthy. Adjusted goals aren’t abandoned goals. I choose to regard them as lessons rather than failures. The more I consider, the more I learn. Updated evaluations of what is important to me. Expanded consciousness of what happiness truly means.
So instead of annual, traditional goals to set, I aim to maintain resolutions daily. Carrying on a chain of positive movement as my journey to better living remains constant. The goal is always feel-good living. The ability to create meaning from hardships and direction from self-development. A life of purpose is always my #1 goal and there will always be new ways to satisfy.
Right before a wave comes crashing down, as it curls to peak height, it shows its lightest color. No longer dense with the weight of what it once carried, light shines through and the pastel colors of the sea reveal themselves.
The release of tension can sometimes feel turbulent. Buried in chaos, it’s easy to miss the clarity. The way the ocean gathers a slow ripple. Patient and precise. Not always clean. Never perfect. But precise in the way that wave is meant to unfold. Time for revelation. Moments of silence amongst the rumbles. There hasn’t been a wave the sea didn’t embrace.
Letting things go can seem impossible. Whether it be a relationship I long for but can no longer have, mistakes and apologies from the past, or traumatic events that took place years ago. Something as simple as a car cutting me off or someone greeting me with a bad attitude can set me off if I’m struggling to let go.
So how do I let go? The teal awakening to my crashing waters? My choice of freedom. Release of tension so I may carry on. No one forces me to feel aggravated. I’m angry at the guy who cut me off. The hair stylist who ruined my hair. The boy who broke my heart. The doctor who poisoned me at 8 years old. I can choose not to be. What good does feeling hurt now do me? I choose to find the lesson. Feel the growth. Freedom from hurt feelings is always an option. Forgiveness is a way to be kind to myself.
The idea of going with the flow seems easy when it’s said out loud. I just need to relax. Remember my actions are the only I can control. I will continue along my journey of bettering myself. Manifest my power and my strength to resist anyone who creates distraction from that. My mood comes from me and no one else.
I am the sea. Embracing and settling rocky waves. Guided by simplicity. The ability to forgive. The longing for peace. Reflecting light and kissing the shores. My presence as a whole remains magical. It may seem like life takes from me in those choppier moments, but it’s all part of a beautiful horizon.