Photo by Rita Bourland © 2011
Hopes for 2012
I carry my hopes and dreams like a cloak sheltering me from the harshest wind. They bring light on a dark, wintry day; filling my heart with possibility. As a new year looms on the horizon, those same hopes and dreams demand more attention, take firmer shape, shimmer before my eyes saying, ‘I’m still here, are you ready yet?’
I get a bit scattered when it comes to my creative and ideological desires. Pinning down the direction I want to take can be like trying to catch a firefly on a warm summer night; flickering just out of reach. The same hopes and dreams that fill me with possibility can bear down like the burden of unfinished business, turning my inner commentary into an unhealthy monologue on my lack of resolve.
But with age and a bit of wisdom I have learned a few things about hopes and dreams and inner monologues. They don’t mix well. Turning off one to accomplish the other is the only way to move forward.
Lest this turn into a bunch of psychobabble, I will just say that I have learned to accept my uniqueness. I’m doing the best I can in this crazy world.
So, in 2012, I plan to continue hoping and dreaming, playing and praying, loving and living, contemplating and creating, doubting some, but mostly being the best version of myself I can be and loving myself all the better for it.