The Year I Give To Myself
I hope to redeem myself by being nicer to me
in this new year
I was not kind last year, or the year before,
angry with my body for failing me
Taking no blame
This year I am smarter, wiser, an owl really.
I will take flight at night, zooming into
the cosmos, learning what I can about
human health, so I can better take care of
myself.
I will listen to my angel guides while I dream,
and will stop belittling myself in any kind of
way. I am never going to learn math, and
do I care really? Absolutely not!
This year will be the year I give myself
permission to play. I will pick up my paints,
and I will smear colors together, creating whatever
I want, believing in myself, fully and completely.
Does it matter that no one else likes my art?
Absolutely not; it is the joy of the journey,
and the thrill of learning new processes that
will entice, intrigue, and bring bliss to this owl.
I will be more “me” than I have ever been before,
and I will be gentle, and stop hurting my feelings.
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