I don’t want to be someone who, at the end of their life, regrets not having lived.
I don’t want to go to my grave filled with shame and guilt and woe.
I don’t want to live my life as a woman who allows her challenges and demons to decide her mood and daily choices.
I don’t want each day to be filled with rigid rules created by societal judgy-ness, resentment, and jealousy.
I want to be able to breathe. To feel my own two feet on the ground and know they and my Higher Power can and will support me – if I trust, believe, have faith, if I have hope. Not just in God but in myself.
I often forget about that part.
To believe in myself.
We can wake up and, instead of dreading the coming day, choose joy. Hope.
We can take responsibility for how we feel and how we shape our lives.
This seems overwhelming at times. But baby steps are how we win at every day, every moment.
We are strong enough.
We are good enough.
We can make simple changes in habitual thinking patterns, morning routines, after-work routines, relationships (with others and ourselves), our self image, and so on.
I want so much more out of life.
And so it’s up to me to do something constructive about that. To work toward it.
Today, I hope you know this isn’t a pointless existence. That the humdrum bustle and stress, the rat race and cruel jokes of fate – they aren’t all there is.
As Walt Whitman said,
“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large — I contain multitudes.”
We are so much more. We can have so much more.
Our potential for joy and motivation, change and growth in a direction we crave – what we truly desire – it is lying dormant, waiting for our embrace.
I choose more.
What about you? What choices are you making? Because we mustn’t forget that not choosing, is a choice.