“I will repay you for the years the locusts have devastated”
This year will be different. This is THE year.
I don’t know why but I feel it in my bones.
I usually ignore new years or am pretty nonchalant about what they mean, but this year has imprinted itself on my heart as a very, very important year.
It will be an amazing year.
Everything is going to fall into place this year.
Previous years have been preparation but this is the year.
The holes will be filled.
There will be joy and there will be peace and there will be so much good.
The land will flow with milk and honey.
I will complete the lab work for my PhD. I will move into a new, better house with my friend.
I will fill my life with joy, I will not hold my joy back. I will do things that bring me joy and make me happy, no matter how transient.
I will be more in contact with my friends- I will text at least two of them every day.
I will make memories with my friends, actual physical memories.
Mo will get married this year and I will be the most kickass maid of honour.
Everyday, I will write at least a sentence on the day.
I will stop and record moments of extreme emotion- joy, sadness, anxiety, excitement.
I will start to write my 200 page thesis.
I will burn my best candles on ordinary days.
I will accept that this good life is mine. And I will give myself permission to enjoy it.
I will embrace the simplicity that has shown up to my life.
I will go on holiday (twice)
I will accept the love my friends direct my way in the same way I send love their way.
I will let my framily know how much they mean to me.
I will lose this goddamned weight.
The year has started well and it will end well.
It started in love and it will end in love.
It will end ten thousand times better than it started.
I am great already but I will be so much greater and better and more in tune with my life at the end.
This is the year, I’m not only hopeful for it, I know it.