It’s New Years Eve and I don’t know what’s next.
I do know: I am light, I am love, so are you, we are blessed.
I just completed a second round of morning pages in order to fill up the remainder of a composition notebook because I want to start a fresh one tomorrow without wasting paper.
Consequently I pushed myself to ramble for nine pages instead of three, which had some interesting results:
(1) I finally admitted that I want to be a famous writer whose words are read by lots and lots and lots of people.
(2) I accepted that it’s okay to want to be a famous writer. I am worthy. I am allowed to shine bright, bright, bright.
(3) I can handle anything that comes my way because I am grounded in gratitude, always, no matter what, thank goodness.
Of all the principles that help me be my best, gratitude is by far the simplest and most powerful.
No matter how I feel, saying thanks will help.
And so I filled the final page of my last notebook of 2013 with “thank you.” After a few lines the words turned into “thanks,” and then into “yes.”
My pen was running out of ink and I was nearly out of paper, and as I repetitively wrote, I let my thoughts be fleeting and my presence be strong.
I want to say yes to life, to give thanks for everything that is, as long as I’m alive. With every word, with every breath, I can choose gratitude and love.
As long as I know that, I don’t need to know what’s next.