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Always something bittersweet about this time of year…

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I don’t know about you but Christmas, the end of a year and the anticipation of another always brings about mixed emotions for me. It’s the “I can’t believe it…where did the year go?” vibe mixed with “OK, now that this one’s nearly over, let’s not cry over the spent days, and just focus on the next set of 365 fresh days for us to try to do something worthwhile, shall we?” sentiment that make me feel all pensive.

Earlier this evening, I was amongst a circle of women who chose to spend the evening showing gratitude for all that is in our lives this year, while sharing intimately how much has gone on that has made this a rather roller-coaster ride for most. The elation and disappointments.

And yet, we lift our spirits and our gaze to face another day. And we know if we are lucky, there will be many more days to come…for the lessons we will go through, and the joys we will feel. Over and over again till we understand and embrace our individual journeys in this lifetime.

Courage. That is what I want to give thanks for mostly today. A pat on my own back for jumping off my metaphoric cliff this year to reinvent myself, and for the courage I see displayed in so many of my friends in their own lives.

2014…here I come.

Embrace the leaps worth living for!

Embrace the leaps worth living for!

Do not let go…

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One life to live. What difference can I make?

One life to live. What difference can I make?

I have been accused many times of being a control freak of sorts and it’s been one of the hardest lessons for me to learn to let go of things (and people) I absolutely have no control over. The learning there is that letting go does not mean ‘not caring’ and most times, it’s just about letting things be! Still learning…but I am better at it as time and wisdom sets in.

However, there are some things worth holding on to. They help define our sense of self, individuality and mostly gives up that sense of hope and possibility which differentiates us from other creatures, I suppose.

There was a man I met a few years ago who left me speechless in the most innocent of ways, when he said to me earnestly, “So, tell me, what are the dreams you dream of…”

No one has ever asked me that since like, forever. Probably not since I was a child, and not in that manner. Not even my closest friends.

So today, if you are reading this – let me ask you: “What are your dreams?”

Breathe them in, smile and promise yourself never to let them go.