Ahhh, a New Year brings thoughts of new beginnings. I hung up the new calendar - all fresh and clean. It is the future in my hands - all bright and shiny and full of possibility. And I see in this new calendar a new me. At the tender age of 46, I see a new me trying to fight it's way out of the old me, trying it's best to be born into this new year of possibilities.
The new me is someone who will take care of her body, mind and soul, instead of neglecting it at the bottom of a too-long list. The new me is someone who will take her time and enjoy the moment, instead of rushing by. The new me is someone who will stop, listen and play with her children, instead of worrying about completing some unimportant task. The new me is someone who will see her children as children, not as children with labels.
I think I like this new me already.
Update 2020
4 years ago
