So it Begins
The thing about keeping a journal is you get to look back at how much has changed and...at how little things change...
I always find it very fascinating at the end of each year to look back at the journal entries I wrote at the early days of a new year. All the hopes, wishes, dreams poured into the pages of that journal.
Was any outcome achieved? Has my thinking patterns changed?
Or am I still standing where I was at the beginning of the year?
It's very, very interesting - it's not an exercise for everyone, some folk might find it depressing or to introspective - but it fascinates me.
I have tried to write this blog entry several times now - but it comes out the same each time - I just can't - something isn't clicking right. So, here I am being honest with you. I am not really in the mood to be cheerful in welcoming in a new year.
I do not know what 2021 will bring. I have given up hoping for things. Life will happen as it happens.
I learnt a lot in 2020. I went on a very personal journey, and I am still on it. For the first time though I feel like I am finally facing a new year with a very different mind set.
I used to approach the world through the lense of "I will never get better."
And now, even while in pain, something shifted - something altered in my thinking - it was not a sudden, dramatic shift - it was really slow - and how it happened hurt, it really hurt - it was through some of the hardest times I've had to expercine in years.
I was very alone, and very scared.
And I came to realise a lot of things about my life and my future.