Six days have already gone by in January. Wow. 2010. I remember when the Millenium came and I could not even fathom writing 2010 on my letter head. So here we are now and I don't feel much different. Or do I?
I am still 5'2'' (although I grew 1/2 an inch post surgery), my hair is still chesnut in color and shoulder length, I still love watching a good movie by the fire, and I still miss the smell of home. The baristas in Starbucks still know me (now in New York too!) Not much has changed on the frightened list: elevators make me nervous, turbulence on the plane makes my stomach jump, and blind dates make me anxious in a good way.
Additons. I live alone in an apartment in New York. I have graduated from College (even though it took me seven years). Who knew I would be working on Park Avenue? I am shall we say, requiring a bigger bra, love wearing heels, and wear my hair down for a change. Now I appreciate yoga (took ten years to feel this way) and use the time to breathe without competing with my fellow yogi. My back is now split in half by a scar and five of those ten years I have lived with pain. Doctors have become part of my personal Christmas card list and I know now that I can withstand pain that most would faint from. I am stronger both in will and in belief.
2010. Another year as myself and another year of growth. Maybe I'll finally have a growth spirt - not likely but who knows, I have been known for stumping docs. This year I vow to honor each day as a new day, live in the moment without concern for control, giggle a lot, and give more service to those less fortunate than me. I strive to find and pursue those things that make my heart sing.
For you, I wish for blessings of good health, joy and love for all aspects of your universe.
- Bear
