For the first time in a long while, I feel like the old me… Awake at 7.30, swimming class at 8, having oats n banana with soy cappucino for brekkie, on a Saturday. Almost forgot about the pregnancy.
The beginning of a year offers the opportunity of a new chapter.
Shuffle things and rewrite our book the way we want to.
Taking in lessons, put in prints the beautiful promises from previous year.
Some people may say, this practice should be done on a daily basis.
I don’t disagree.
But I do find it easier to do on a yearly basis.
It will be a BIG year for me.
All the preparation, all the stewing, was done in previous years.
A lot happened in 2012 (and previous years).
I learned about myself. I grew. I improved. I was actively challenging myself.
And, guess what? I loved it.
Sure, not at the time.
Not when I was tired and falling all over the place on my super bruised knees, five days into my snow boarding trip.
Not when I was intensely nervous walking downhill, or exhausted from lack of oxygen climbing uphill during the Inca Trail.
Or when I was again, scared sh*tless with the motorboat dying in the middle of Amazon river.
Not when I’m huffing and puffing through my half marathon training.
But - afterwards - oh my! The satisfaction is absolutely PRICELESS.
So - 2013.
The year of my getting on a bike.
The year of my liberation. Doing MANY, MANY things that I want to do.
The year I continue to challenge myself, to grow.
The year of daily inspiration, specifically from ted!
The year of fun, fun, fun!
PS. Do check this out.
I love libraries, they make me all warm and fuzzy. Calm. At ease with myself.