In my 20's, I finished my degree studies in Classics at UWA and each day I walked past these words carved six feet high in the stone wall of the Arts building, Apollo's command -
2011 was the year of Me.
In 2011 I obeyed Apollo's command.
In 2011, I dedicated time and energy to myself and the outcome was better than I hoped for, I grew to know and like myself. I can look myself in the eye and stand my own skin. Stand on my own feet in my own shoes and consider that the possibilities of where these feet take me are limited mostly by my fears.
And I began to pick the locks and wrench open the bars on the cage of my jaded heart, and grew to know and trust and love others more willingly.
2012 is the year of work.
Of working to make real our dreams. To work on acquiring a practice of personal discipline. And to learn to assert myself. I have spent too much of my life exuding a strange apology for my own existence, trying to not take up too much room, trying not to fill other's space with, what I always considered, my second rate self. Time to occupy my space with more certainty. Shyness and insecurity are wasted energy only generating imagined obstacles to our dreams. To work hard but always with joy, fun, empathy, creativity and passion. To require more of myself than the basics, than 'the just making it though' that seems to have dominated much of my life, particularly life parenting small children.
The more my heart shakes off its shackles of self-loathing and insecurity, the bigger and more inspiring the world becomes.
I turn 40 this year. Isn't that when life begins?
Here's cheers to 2012 and it's infinite possibilities.