New year, New promises

2017

2017 was a year of disillusionment: regarding authority; love; and self-proclaimed heroes. It was also about disillusion with  the self and our collective ability to affect change. It was a year of fatigue: with the constant erosion of our believes and the belief that each person deserves dignity and respect as individual regardless of creed or color. 
2017 was a year of hope: a revelation that even in the darkest recesses of human depravity, light can be found. It was a year where people found the voice they lost and the strength to carry on. It was a year where we were truly stronger together.

2018: new year

My hope is that 2018 is a year of revival in both our personal and professional relations and capacity. That politics will highlight the strength in unity rather than becoming a knife to  further divide us. That we find the strength to love even the flaws.

new promises

I don't have resolutions this year, I have promises.  A vow for a better me, better life, and a spring of wellness.

• ​To live, rather than survive.
• To enjoy the little moments, seeing the threads as well as the swatch of tapestry that makes our memories
• Drawing each day
• Writing each day
• Submitting my poems (specifically, 1 poem each month)
• Finishing my manuscript
• Submitting to agents
• Loving myself 
• Learning to love others, warts and all
• Learning to find peace
• Letting go

remember

The sky is a stepping stone to reach the stars. Dream unlimited. Imagine different. Be kind. Be better. Love yourself. Love others. Love more. Love selflessly. Love endlessly.
Welcome to 2018: endeavor for more.
Happy new year!