Clearly, I’m a bit late on welcoming everyone into the New Year. Forgive me. I was busy reading articles on how to have a new “you” in 2016, numerology charts that promise good fortune, and astrology readings of what’s to come.
I’m only half joking. I did read those things, with a fervent hope that I’d have some good coming to me, as promised by the stars or some random point in time. Mercury is retrograde, so communication is supposed to be stunted – unless you were born with Mercury in retrograde, then communication flourishes. I think I was, which only tepidly explains why it seems that people understand me better or are trying to cross some divisive line between them and me. I’ve lain down my battle swords. You either get it or you don’t.
I am a weird one. But I feel that I’m beginning to let go of some of my eccentricities. I still like astrology. I still like numerology. But I don’t necessarily feel that they have as much weight as I used to give them. Of course, this could change. I do believe in something greater than myself. I believe historical persons were given some great vision, some infinite knowledge that they felt was required to pass on. The messages were the same – love each other.
Many of us set resolutions for the new year, and I am no different. My greatest resolution, my intention, is to love myself. I don’t know that I’ve loved myself in the past ten or twelve years and it is so imperative that I get back to doing that.
To you, I hope you’ve resolved or intended to do the same. So many of us don’t love ourselves enough. We search out love in the form of warm bodies and empty words; with the thrill and excitement of the new – and we forget that we only have ourselves for our entire lives. Love yourself, honor who you really are. It’s okay if you don’t know who you are right now, you have time to learn. But take that time.
Lots of Love.