There’s always too much pressure surrounding January 1st. It’s just too much. Too many expectations for a better year. Change. New beginnings. Self improvement.
There’s been a medley of sad news and sad affairs close to me. I won’t even dip into what’s happening around the world. But there is pain close to home. I have zero teflon on my skin. Everything sticks. If somebody I love is in pain, then I am in pain. It’s as easy as that. Deadly disease for a dear old friend, romantic break-up and heartbreaks.
Although I could easily look at all of it with a different perspective, with the escape of a “oh well… it could be a lot worse!” Because – duh – it could always be worse.
But thinking of how much worse it or anything could be: just doesn’t fix it for me.
It could be worse… or it could be better. I just want my loved ones to be happy. Is that too much to ask? Can THAT be my new year’s resolution? If I love you, then wham you’ll be happy. End of story.
No matter the shit, the heartache, the state of your health – you whom I love will be happy. You will be at peace with yourself. But wait, there’s more! You will love yourself. You will look into the mirror and smile that special smile you reserve for that special person.
I want you to start easy and repeat after me: I AM HAPPY. The rest will follow.