It’s how many times you get back up.
Long have I been on a journey to better myself, to make something of myself, to simply be happy with who I am and where I am in my life.
It’s been a lengthy, pothole strewn ride, but worth every moment. I’ve been knocked down by others and on more than a few occasions knocked myself down. But I always pick myself up, or dig myself out of the hole I’ve buried myself in.
I’ve lost, but in the end I’ve gained because I’ve made myself better.
I keep moving forward; it didn’t always feel like I was moving ahead but inch by painful inch I got to a better place. And pat myself on the back for that.
I take the little victories.
I take pride in accomplishments even if they’re modest.
I find the things that make me joyful, small or large from any avenue I can find them and hold them tight. I can’t tell you how often the little things save me from something shadowy and ominous hovering in the back of my mind. It’s like a little ray of light coming through the darkness reminding me that ‘this too shall pass.’
“Like a bird with broken wings, it’s not how high he flies but the song he sings.”
I never make a big, long, daunting list around the first of the year. And this year isn’t any different. What is different is my focus. This year it isn’t all about me. For the last couple I made it all about me while I was picking myself up, cleaning myself off, and becoming someone I can love. But this year is all about ‘pay it forward.’ So ‘my’ resolutions aren’t going to be about me, they’re going to be about helping make things better for others. They’ll come to me as I go and they don’t have to be huge philanthropic ventures, but I can surely make a difference in other peoples lives. I owe it to the universe.