2019, you’re here, and I’m settling in slowly as I do every winter. In my heart, I’m jumping up and down, ready to embark on new and amazing adventures, but in my head, I’m stressing out over what I haven’t done yet with the almost two weeks that have already passed us by. Well, except my taxes in case that counts; I’m almost done with them…probably explains the stressed chatter! But I digress.
Luckily this pattern and I are old friends. As my head marches through its annual doomsday chatter, my heart ensures that it doesn’t jump off a cliff! I’ll let you in on a little secret though. I’ll tell you what my heart whispers to my head when it starts sprinting towards the pits of despair. It tells my hypothalamus how things are going to be, redirecting it towards my prefrontal cortex, with a reminder of what we really desire in the coming year.
More family, fun and laughter. More outings amongst friends.
More adventures near and far. More hotel stays with our furry family.
More long evenings over drinks; more shared confidences with friends.
More quiet time and self-care.
More sunrises and sunsets. More explorations around my neighborhood.
More gardening and succulents. More sharing houseplants with my friends.
More caring about causes. More compassion for the world.
More love and music and flowers and visits to old watering holes from twenty years ago.
More of everything that matters. More and more and more. Along with visual reminders of how good things really are, how things are going to be.
My list could go on and on. After all, there’s always more room for love and feathers and family and friends and sunrises and sunsets, and, and…I think you get the picture. What are you hoping for more of this year?
Until next time,
Holly ~ Soupatraveler