A new year rather scares me.
I get hopeful.
And then I show up again and dash my own hopes.
2010 was a tough, tough year for me. I survived. About all I can say about that year.
2011 I feel like I wasted. I wasted on dwelling on the past. I wasted by not taking risks. I wasted with a bad attitude. It was a very inward focused year. I did bascially next to nothing to reach out to other people.
2012 is mine.
Mine to try again. Every day. Mine to live for eternity. Mine to grow. Mine to laugh again. Mine to love others.
I feel hopeful. Even if it is me that shows up.