January has always felt like a good period of awakening.
The first few weeks that follow the dawn of a new year always felt to me like those few minutes in bed on a Monday morning when you first jolt awake and just stretch and linger in bed a bit longer before you know you have to get up and get to things. Yet you’re not tired — far from it. You’re well-rested and completely recharged to take on the new year.
The past two weeks have been exactly like that. My gears are slowly getting oiled and warmed up again and, give it a few more days, I’ll be keeping pace with the engines of reality that will be chugging along at full speed, whether I am ready or not.
I like to revel in this new motivation while it lasts. Too often I let it slip and slide, dim and fade, usually about the time we’re halfway into the year. This time, I am adamant to keep that fire burning, as a roaring bonfire on good days and as a small hot ember on bad days, but alive nonetheless.
I told myself there won’t be any resolutions this year because I never end up keeping it anyway and I will stick to that. But this year I will believe myself stronger, braver and more capable of things I never thought possible because 2015 has proved many of that true. Let’s just say I’m at a very good place right now and — not to jinx it or anything — I intend for things to only continually look forward and upwards.
We are all always braver than we believe, stronger than we seem and smarter than we think. We just gotta remind ourselves sometimes to stop worrying about what could go wrong, and focus on all the many things that could go right instead.
This year is that year for me.