I don't want to be a millionare. Not anymore. That notion is long gone. I don't want fancy gems, the next IPHONE 7, or a new tablet. I don't have big goals this year. All those have always grown to be overblown in my book time and time again. Santa, I have not been my best this year. But I have been through quite a rollercoaster. Through inevitable trial and error, I have learned about things that truly matter in life, and to me. I don't want riches, I just want enough money to feel stable. I don't want extravagant dinners, but I would love to have enough for organic food on a full and consistent basis. I don't want to be stuck in the past, but I do want to remember enough of the good to love the child inside of me, so I can grow into the loving beautiful person I know I can be. I can do without the doubt and the self hatred. This Christmas, bring me health, love, strength, humor, and a new start yet again. Last and most importantly, bring me forgiveness. For it is one of the key factors for closing old doors, and opening new ones in a gentle light. Let me make this year the year I don't change everything, but the year I actually slowly warm into, to stick to, to love and take care of myself first unconditionally. If I can do that, then I know with all of my being, I can and will be kind to those around me.
This year I am not gun ho.
I am a flower finally coming to bloom. I am ready. I am ready to start adulting my way.