All you’re dreaming of…

On December 31, 2022, I wrote a post for my Facebook page that garnered a lot of reactions from my “friends” on the platform. However, a good many of this blog’s readers do not have FB accounts, and so I decided to print the entry here as well. I hope it will resonate with you.

“Today is the final day of 2022… a year that ran the whole gamut. A year like most have been. But I noticed one difference… I have started to feel my mortality. Never before did I think seriously about getting older. Now I do. I will turn 70 in 2023. And I feel the need to make this coming decade “count”. Count in meaningful ways. I want to be kinder and more consistent. I want to be less hung up about what’s “right” and follow my intuition more. I want to write and paint … read more and listen to lots of music. I want to get all the sleep I need. I want to worry less. I don’t need to see all the fabulous places I have not seen, but I want to return to a few of the ones I have enjoyed most. More than anything, I want to spend lots of time with the people I truly love and who feel the same way about me. I want to show them how much they mean to me. I am married and I want my husband to be so absolutely sure that I adore him… even when our differences and stressful situations cloud that sentiment. I hope my children realize that bringing them into the world was my most transcendental experience… my love for them is tender and also fierce. I don’t think that feeling my mortality is morbid… I think it is motivational. I don’t want to relive former glory days… I am still evolving and hopefully I possess the grace to embrace whatever this next year offers and allow myself to accept where it takes me.”

I hope that 2023 will be all you’re dreaming of. Thank you for your support of my writing.

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