Starting over again.
That is one beautiful concept.
It’s the first “official” day back in the real world, and it’s pouring rain outside. January brings cold, and like every year, I’m waiting for the dread to set in. The holidays are over, and spring is months away. What is there to look forward to? Endless months of rain, cloud cover, and anxious thoughts of summer and sunshine? Usually.
But this year, there is so much to look forward to.
I’m starting over. In mind, body and spirit.
No resolutions, just acceptance.
Remind of this entry when the clouds become too much, and the rain starts to take a toll on my brain. When I become frustrated about things beyond my control, and when my emotions overshadow everything and my journaling gets dark and twisty.