There is just something about the beginning of the year. first is a clean slate, an empty notebook with the promise of much, a bag full of hopes not yet realized but tangible. It’s a permission to dream.
But today is July 8th, and not January 1st. And on July 8th, we kind of don’t look into the hope bag anymore because by then we just live everyday life going through the motions, and the expectation is not the same at all. The year is more than half way over, and it feels more like routine than excitement, more like plain than exotic, more like habit than thrill.
Yes, it’s all right. Life is not all thrills and frills. Routines are the backbone of life, plain is more realistic, habits are good things.
But not, it’s not all right. Because routines kill dreams, plain stifles expectations, and habits starve romance.
And we all need romance.
So today, let’s give ourselves permission to dream. Let’s pretend it’s January 1st. Let’s dress the part and show up.
July 8th, here we come! Life, here we come again.
I wonder what will happen. Doesn’t wondering feel delicious? It’s not a July 8th kind of thing, you know…
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