I'm not big into New Year's resolution. Belonging to the carpe diem camp (Thanks Dead Poet's Society), I tend to believe change should be embraced any day of the year.
But I did buy a new journal to commemorate the new year. The journal of the last year being a valuable but endless chronicle of the confusion of an uncertain fate, I felt it was time for a new one.
And while the uncertainty of my life's plan remains, it no longer walks hand in hand with anxiety.
As a daily reminder that my life should be bold and my passion should not be hid behind my fear of failure, I selected a bright, red journal.
|And yeah, it's a Moleskin. I have a weakness for them...|
Red for bold, new dreams. For fearlessness and courage. For a willingness to expect good and to let natural passion and vigor infuse my daily life.
Red, to love with a purity and intensity that knows no fear or trepidation.
Red, for I can and I will.
Red, to never rely on the love or approval of another to provide self-worth or a validation of my identity.
Red. A promise to live the life I've imagined.