I found this journal prompt and decided (as I often do) to make a list. When I liked the list I made, I decided to share it with you! 🙂
Practice patience–the things you seek are already on their way to you.
Your life is okay as it is.
Don’t postpone happiness–it’s yours today, if you want it.
You are so loved! More than you probably know.
You can still do more of the things you love.
It’s okay to say no sometimes. Give yourself a break.
Do at least one thing today that will help your “future self.”
Then I found this image on Pinterest when I searched “patience art.”
I was struck by its simplicity but also its message. Patience isthreading the needle. You have to slow down! I drank too much coffee today–the caffeine is making me jittery and anxious. I can’t “thread my needle” when I’m like this! I’m going to practice 1-4 the rest of the day until I feel calm enough to try again.
It’s one of the most hyped-up holidays – everyone’s trying to attend the coolest party and have the perfect midnight kiss. I have always loved New Year’s, especially in the last few years. It’s an excuse to get dressed up, wear TONS of sequins and glitter, drink champagne, kiss someone special, and ring in the next year with a theoretical clean slate. There’s something magical about New Year’s Eve. I’m hosting a party this year with my two best friends, and will get to kiss the love of my life at midnight. I’m not sure I could ask for anything more than that.
The beauty of this year is that things I waited for, hoped for, ached for – finally happened to me. I took a real vacation where I actually flew somewhere. I got not one, but three tattoos. I made two new friends who are not just friends, but BEST friends, people who I cannot imagine my life without. And I fell in love. I get to spend New Year’s Eve with people who really matter to me. I cannot tell you how much joy that brings me, or how hopeful and happy it makes me about the coming year. I have all the hope in the world that it will be just as wonderful as 2012 has been.
Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
On Old long syne.
(from the original poem by Robert Burns)