New Year, New You?

You know I was in a relationship at the beginning of 2010. I should have known that this year was not going to end well for that relationship because we brought in the new year arguing at a club.  I know that people say there is a "man shortage"  but there is not that much of a shortage that you have to tolerate anything from anyone.  I even started thinking, why do women tolerate some stuff from men?  Probably because they don't love themselves. Well, that was when I realized that I love me some me and I don't need external validation.

Now that I love me, maybe I won't be so emotionally unavailable. Maybe now I won't put on my track shoes and run everytime I feel an inkling of vulnerability. No matter what I have come through, or how many perils I have safely passed, or how imperfect and jagged (in some places perhaps irreparably) my life has been, I cannot in my heart of hearts imagine how it could have been different. As I look back on it, it slips in behind me in orderly array, and, with all its mistakes, acquires a sort of eternal fitness, and even, at times, of poetic glamour. It's during these quiet reflections that I realize I am so much better for the heartaches, the hiccups, the hurdles and the hills. I needed those hurdles to stretch me, to make me a better me. I needed to realize that at the end of the day, until I belonged to and loved me, I COULDN'T love anyone else. I have finally stopped pulling the scabs off my wounds and let them heal. I have stopped crying out of sorrow and self-pity and instead cry for the renewed hope that I have, I cry for the joy that I get from life and I cry for the faith God has in me to leave a footprint in this world. Everyday He wakes me, He gives me another chance to get it right. 525,600 minutes...That's how many chances God gives me every year....And I am grateful.

Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee,
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife,
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man
In truth that she learned or in times that he cried
In the bridges she burned or the way that he died
It's time now to sing out though the story never ends
Let's celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends

How about love
How about love
How about love
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love

....and then there was me.

I am not making any new year resolutions, I am making life reaffirmations.  I affirm that I will:

• Love hard.
• Laugh often
• Look for the bright side
• Not hold grudges, but that does not mean letting that person back into the inner circle
• Be thankful for the simple things
• Live simply and fully
• Enjoy each day like it was my last.
• Pray more
• Enjoy my seasons of love.

This has been another Newy perspective.

PS....I found a new entertaining blog through a message board posting.  It is called "Ask a Thug".  It was entertaining and enlightening.  While the language may be harsh, it is a reality check as well. There are some very cool posting and rebuttal comments.  Stop by and show some love to the latest edition to my blogroll.

Happy New Year Blogland