This year I have witnessed magic time and time again.
I have forgiven many who have wronged me while taking away their power by not waiting for their apologies or bothering with their excuses.
I have climbed more than one mountain at a time, by learning many things at once. I always knew when someone said I was stretching myself too thin it was because they didn’t understand the power of baby steps, discipline and passion.
I have reached a point where I am addicted to progress. Or addicted to what many call the journey. I enjoy the walk to the destination so much that at times I just keep walking.
I Learned to use my ‘flaws’ as my strengths and learned to love myself not for the person that I could be but the person that I am.
I have learned to accept love from myself and others.
I have learned that an angry introverted child translates into a passionate disciplined adult.
I no longer regret not being different when I never had the option to be anyone but myself. I would never want to be anyone but me. This being something that I not just know, but understand is the gift of being able to live another year.
To constantly connecting.
To doing more of what you love with the people that love you back.
To understanding ourselves and the world around us more and more each year. Wishing my readers another year of magic! I am grateful for you all.