look to the horizon i see a new year. at present i feel supported and well loved, especially during my moments of forgetting who i am. behind me i gather up the lessons of who i have been to get me to now as i choose where i am going. powerfully remembering who i am.
the good old fashioned exhale to inhale. breathing out landmarks of change, breathing through the tension of forgetting. releasing old though patterns that fill me with hot air and anchor me to fear. with a sigh of relief i exhale.
in between moments i hold it for a moment, it is quiet here in the space between breaths. this is where i am now. standing at the cusp of a new day, looking at a new horizon with the shadow of forgetting at my back as i face my new breath in.
taking in what is useful. the cool calm nourishment of a fresh start. yes, this moment is new. in this breath i am whatever i want to be. i am filling myself up with the energy to continue on my path. i am remembering all the tools that support my optimal self.
the reminder is to let go and stay in flow. the more i resist change the harder it seems. in moments of forgetting Mark Twain reminds me; "Do the thing you fear most and the death of fear is certain."
i paint my orange walls white, clean slate.