Happy New Year! I hope you’ve all had as good a Christmas/end of year festivities as possible. I know it isn’t always possible, but sending you some vampire-style hugs however well your past few weeks have been.
Have you made any New Year’s resolutions? I sort of did, but I did them back on the 21st of December, aka Yule, which was traditionally the time when such things were done.
You hear so many words, hashtags and phrases that get trotted out round about now. New-Year-New-Me, Gym-Membership-Number, I’m-Never-Getting-That-Drunk-Again… You know the kind of thing.
Add some good to your life – for you.
Because… why do you need to change? Do you need to change? Or are there just things about your life that needs to be tweaked so that they serve you better? Okay, sure, you want to start running/join a gym/take up yoga but why? Is it because you feel they’ll help you ‘fix’ something about you? Or do you really fancy doing them?
There are so many sayings and stories that fit this idea.
“You can’t pour from an empty cup.”
“Self-care isn’t selfish.”
If you have a favourite one, pop it in the comments.
However…
Okay, so that’s adding the good. How about dealing with all the inevitable poopheads and general poopiness that happens in life? Because, let’s face it, life isn’t insta-perfect, is it? What’s that saying about comparing your rough footage to someone else’s showreel? Especially when your rough footage (aka life) is filmed on some crappy handheld device from the last century, and someone else’s showreel (aka…ok, you get the idea) has had filters and special effects and super slick everything thrown at it.
I’m just trying to be a good potato.
I heard this great story from someone who was helping me to deal with the fallout from some particularly toxic people and the poop-storms they kept creating wherever they went. Anyway, the story goes like this. There’s a potato, and it’s trying to potato as hard as it can. But it’s not outside in warm, perfectly drained soil, with all the warmth, sun and care that it needs to be its best self.
It’s locked away in a cupboard, in a dark, dingy cellar. Is it able to grow into a strong, healthy plant? Not really. It tries its utmost, though. It pushes out roots and does its hardest to be the best potato it can be. But unless it’s taken out of that cupboard, out of that cellar, and planted outside in better conditions, it can only do so much. It’s just trying to be a good potato.
Poop happens
You have to be okay with someone else being an a-hole. They’ll never change (probably). You’ll just waste the wearing yourself out (definitely) and what’s to be gained?
To give you an example – many years ago when I was a very young vampire, I hated school. I was bullied. Mercilessly. Shocker, I know. When I left, I carried with me all of the hurt and frustration and general internal sludge that accompanies such treatment. I carried it all with me for years. I dreamed about what I would do or say if ever I met any of them again.
And I did. one morning, I bumped into one particular bully who’d been leader of the ‘popular’ girls back in the day. Did she recognise me? Eventually (I hadn’t aged like she had – so there was an instant point to me – yay). Did she greet me full of remorse and apologies for how badly she’d treated me?
Nope.
She behaved like we’d been bestest friends in school. All the while she was gushing over me, I felt all that rage and resentment going round and round in circles inside of me. Why did I waste all that time carrying those feelings? She had clearly never given me, or her treatment of me two moments of thought. Gahhhh!
So, to close with another old couple of sayings – Be yourself. Everyone else is taken. And… Those who matter, won’t mind, while those that do mind, don’t matter.
Here’s to a wonderful New Year, wherever you are.
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