As today marks the cessation of the first full week of the New Year, I find myself oddly at peace. Unlike in years past, I refuse to prescribe to a list of arduous aspirations in which I’m to overcome during the next twelve months. Now, I do realize that at first this lack of allegiance may appear as a quitter’s approach. After all, why even try if you might fail? I assure you, my dear readers, this is not the case.
I prescribe to the idea that each day is New Year’s Day where perhaps, the only real equality in existence is the dawning of a new day. We all wake up, God willing, of course, to 24 glorious hours – no more – no less. Imagine that. Each one of us, regardless of race, religion, sexual orientation, or even personal bias, has been gifted with the same amount of time to squander or to soar. It’s your choice. It’s your decision on how you fill those hours, minutes and seconds that meld together to comprise your day, your week, your year, your life. I, like each one of you, is on borrowed time. I’ve experienced the disappointment, outrage, and despair. I’ve stumbled and I’ve fallen. But, I dust myself off and I rise again.
As this blog is devoted to my passionate romance with the written word, I would be remiss not to admit I have many goals. With each passing day, I realize how little I know. There is so much to learn and so many improvements to make, both personally and professionally. I’m at the very beginning of my venture into a literary career. I realize that goals are an essential catalyst for my success. Each one of us should have a dream that we hold dear to our hearts. As you know, I have a vision for my life. But, I refuse to measure my successes by a list of ideals. It is not my mind-set to do so because if I only see the big picture, I’ll miss the education that is life. Embrace it. Learn from it. Anything is possible. Just remember resolutions are simply a birth. It takes many moments of time, effort and commitment to reach the goal. My resolution will be born one day at a time.