“Break the practice that forces us to believe we aren’t worth a phenomenal story because even with a bad attitude, time will never be on our side and LIFE will always catch up to you, smiling.”
New year, new me. A chance to renew and revise the actions that years past have broken us, deceived us, and manipulated us to believe that luck just ain’t on our side. January 1, 2020 not only marks the start of a new year but a new decade, a reminder of the past ten years you pushed off your goals, made your mistakes, and dug yourself into a hole you’re not too proud of. At this moment millions of people everywhere convince themselves that this new trip around the sun will be a life changing, life altering year of abundance and wealth. We all have a moment to make our wrongs right, call ourselves out for the asshole we are and surrender to these desires we’ve become prisoners to.
2 weeks into the new year and it seems as if your failures of 2019 have caught up to you in your own race, smirking with joy as you lose the energy to give a fuck. You gained 2 pounds after starving and maintaining an incredibly hard hour workout, three times a week. Your dedication to saving money lapsed after your car decides to take a shit on the highway. You lost a loved one you never realized meant everything to your well being. How can one focus on the good when luck just seems to mock you when you’re helpless? When does resolutions become routine?
I’m no self help expert who’s going to tell you that there’s a magic potion to figure out what works for you because I myself suffer from what I like to call “working out the kinks” and what my husband calls “procrastination.” No lie, it’s pure and utter procrastination, something my ever so stubborn loving self would never admit to in person. (You’re welcome, Todd David, this is growth.) I can get so hyped about a project or idea and sit on it for fucking months. Get all the tools to make sure I’m completely ready and sit on that tool box everyday for an hour without a blink of an eye. Same way I look at my neatly folded clothes in the hamper for weeks before I decide I need to wash again. (Mind your business, I’m “working out the kinks.”)
Resolutions will never become routine until you challenge the very habits that stop you from making them a lifestyle. Realizing that your resolutions only have as much power as you give them and your misfortunes aren’t luck but life. The existence of emotions, pain, heartbreak, happiness, love, failures, thrills and boredom completely defined by the brilliant unique soul that make you one of a kind. Break the practice that forces us to believe we aren’t worth a phenomenal story because even with a bad attitude, time will never be on our side and LIFE will always catch up to you, smiling. Create windows of opportunity to dedicate your being to growth, whether it’s dusting off your lonely tool box or acknowledging you have too many clothes. Whatever lingers within you to stop your consistency, don’t forget to dust it off every once in a while. Your tools will always be there once you’re ready to commit to their existence and that “kinks” will never work out themselves. It’ll take time. It’ll take vulnerability. It’ll take acceptance. It’ll take nurturing.
Remember to be kind to the mind that drives your existence. Fill it with power, confidence, praise, and honesty. The universe wants you to win but only on its selfish terms, usually in a river of tears.
An abundance of power for 2020, God loves you and so do I.
Always,
XO