So here we are, a brand new year is upon us! Onwards and upwards. I am still attempting to apply my very basic knowledge of blogging to my page so things are still a little immature, however I have a gorgeous friend who has agreed to help me with some of the layout and applications so hopefully there will be a more sophisticated page to come soon.
My plan this year is to experience my life through 5 simple filters. Love, growth, learning, giving and creativity.
Love is at the centre of everything that is important to me. Love for family, love for my closest friends, love for my world (physical and spiritual) love for my fellow man/woman and last but not least love for myself.
Loving myself has not always been very easy and if I am honest its a relationship I think I will always have to work on. I definitely feel that as I get older there is a certain wisdom and confidence that comes with age, a stronger sense of self and a certain inner peace that you find within your own skin.
There are lots of tools I have used along the way to help me turn the tables on my inner critic, many which I will share in the love link, but one of the ways I have learned to be grateful for the amazing life that I have and love myself, cellulite and all is the realisation that this life is no dress rehearsal. In fact I become very emotional even at the thought of how precious and fragile life can be.
Recently while scrolling through my facebook news feed, I stumbled upon a post tagged by an old school friend. It was the obituary for a fellow high school friend who had passed away at the age of 34 of breast cancer. She leaves behind a husband and two small children. I didn't know this person well but it really affected me.
This was one of the catalysts that helped me make some decisions and choices around what course my life was on and what I wanted the future to look like. If my time on earth is limited and it is, (we are all dying), I don't want to look back on it and feel regret. I fairly certain my friend would have given anything for one more day, one more hug from her daughters, one more "I love you" shared with her husband. I know that no part of her would have wished she had smaller thighs or bigger boobs or cared what others thought of her or wished she had more stuff.
Its a powerful metaphor but I often use it to reflect on what dying would mean to me.
Make everyday count, I know it sounds cliché but it really is that simple. Do what makes you happy everyday because you never know what tomorrow may bring. Laugh at yourself, let the tears flow when they need to, tell the people you love how much they mean to you everyday, never be ashamed to be yourself, what does it matter anyway, you can never fail only grow.
This year is about falling in love again & rediscovering what it is I love about my world. It starts and ends with love, it starts with me.
My plan this year is to experience my life through 5 simple filters. Love, growth, learning, giving and creativity.
Love is at the centre of everything that is important to me. Love for family, love for my closest friends, love for my world (physical and spiritual) love for my fellow man/woman and last but not least love for myself.
Loving myself has not always been very easy and if I am honest its a relationship I think I will always have to work on. I definitely feel that as I get older there is a certain wisdom and confidence that comes with age, a stronger sense of self and a certain inner peace that you find within your own skin.
There are lots of tools I have used along the way to help me turn the tables on my inner critic, many which I will share in the love link, but one of the ways I have learned to be grateful for the amazing life that I have and love myself, cellulite and all is the realisation that this life is no dress rehearsal. In fact I become very emotional even at the thought of how precious and fragile life can be.
Recently while scrolling through my facebook news feed, I stumbled upon a post tagged by an old school friend. It was the obituary for a fellow high school friend who had passed away at the age of 34 of breast cancer. She leaves behind a husband and two small children. I didn't know this person well but it really affected me.
This was one of the catalysts that helped me make some decisions and choices around what course my life was on and what I wanted the future to look like. If my time on earth is limited and it is, (we are all dying), I don't want to look back on it and feel regret. I fairly certain my friend would have given anything for one more day, one more hug from her daughters, one more "I love you" shared with her husband. I know that no part of her would have wished she had smaller thighs or bigger boobs or cared what others thought of her or wished she had more stuff.
Its a powerful metaphor but I often use it to reflect on what dying would mean to me.
Make everyday count, I know it sounds cliché but it really is that simple. Do what makes you happy everyday because you never know what tomorrow may bring. Laugh at yourself, let the tears flow when they need to, tell the people you love how much they mean to you everyday, never be ashamed to be yourself, what does it matter anyway, you can never fail only grow.
This year is about falling in love again & rediscovering what it is I love about my world. It starts and ends with love, it starts with me.
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