It can be agreed that 2012 was a tumultuous year: an ugly,
expensive presidential race; the Koch brothers buying any state propositions
they could; women getting a strong sense of how they rate amongst the
republican party. On a personal level, as Fortune turned on her red stiletto,
some of us found ourselves unceremoniously dropped on our heads, financially,
romantically and/or health-wise. However, this post isn’t so much about last
year, which was officially over everywhere in the world a few hours ago. This
is about the love affair I’m going to have with 2013… well, love may be a bit
strong, and affair a bit presumptuous. Let’s just see how it goes.
Dear 2013,
We’ve just recently met—really, it’s only been about 13
hours since we were introduced. I can’t promise undying love or loyalty (it’s
much too soon for that), but I can say with some surety that I plan on being
around until it’s over. Maybe we'll even like each other.
I will admit that like any new relationship, I have
trepidations about this one. Some of my fear buttons are stuck in the on
position (honestly, it’s not spilt champagne or powdered sugar from the
beignets). It’s just that, like all new years, the last one started out with
such promise, then thoroughly broke my heart towards the end. I’m sure you
understand. So, here’s what I’ll agree to, 2013:
I’ll try my best to move forward along my soul path. This
year I’m adding financial abundance, right livelihood and creativity. If I
could meld them into one word, I would. But I suspect that they are
intrinsically tied to each other. And I’ll continue to practice unconditional
love, compassion, gratitude, grace, peace, joy, kindness, gentleness, trust and
courage. Yes, some of these need a LOT of practice.
I’ll stay positive, and if positive isn’t readily available,
I’ll try to shift into neutral. If my vibration is high, it does seem to help
the rest of my world. Except for Oberon. High vibrations seem to stir him into
a frenzy (just ask the roll of toilet paper).
I’ll listen to my Wild Woman and Muse more often. I know I
don’t give them the attention they deserve and they do have my highest self at
heart. Besides, they are integral to the successful completion of my goals.
I’ll stay open. There will be challenges, there always are.
Maybe more deaths and other losses, even. But regardless of what is going on,
I’ll keep the doors and windows unlocked and listen for your convertible,
motorcycle or knock. I know you’ll be bringing me opportunities. And maybe once
in a while you could bring roses, peonies, or chocolate.
I’ll do what I need to do. Even if that means taking a
crappy job until something better comes along, dating lots of men until the
right one arrives, and asking for help when I need it. I might need some
prodding on that last one—okay, I might need prodding on all of them.
I’ll serve. I already have one volunteer opportunity lined
up, and two more that I’ve been thinking about for years. I’ll do what I can to
be of service locally and globally, and in any ways I am guided to do so.
I’ll trust that all things that happen are ultimately to my
benefit and serve my highest good. This is a tough one and I can already feel
myself faltering. I’ll definitely need help and encouragement, 2013.
I hope the terms of our relationship are amenable to you and
I look forward to getting to know you better over the next 12 months.
Love,
Michelle
