Golden New Year

  • January 7, 2018

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I was absolutely devastated, sad, gloomy, any other down descriptor for new year’s.  These feelings weren’t focused on the new year itself but geared towards me celebrating it.  How will I ring in my golden year?  I had no plans and that shattered me.  I have a tradition that really is a psychological tick that whatever you’re doing at midnight will be a signifier for that year.  So, the mere fact that I had no idea of what I’d be doing strung me out mentally.  A real-life puzzle in my adult years.  For the first time I was old enough to do what I wanted and the responsibility was daunting.  Faced with the uncertainty of “what will Robyn do?” pushed me from the normal religious activities one normally takes part in.  My soul yearned for more.  Partying with friends?  But my friends were all gone or all over the place.  I literally had none of my girls, none of my friends to sway me to adventure at midnight.  I was being greedy, I had all the companionship in the world.  Me, myself and Mr.B, however perfect in his manly ways, he too was devoid of new year’s ideas.  But this year’s celebration was different.  I didn’t need it. I already knew what the new year would be like. It was my GOLDEN NEW YEAR.

Have you ever spoken about something like an idea or dream and it be surrounded by an air of fantasy?  Have you ever spoken about something and it felt real? When I think about being fabulous and formidable I feel the spark in each fingertip.  I feel like it’s going to be a glow up year.  Not for me only, for everybody.  What a superb notion!  I can’t explain the feeling, but if I could I would say blind excitement.  Strong bliss. In my next year-in-welcome I’ll tell you all about my shining achievements.  I’m confident in my feeling and it stems from fulfilling key resolutions from the past year. One being I regained my confidence. 

 

 

 

I hoped for my confidence back because I needed to be authentic, it’s what makes me me. I’m not sure if it came from aging wisdom or my nonchalant attitude to life the past year.  I had no time to burn while keeping everyone warm.  I had to ensure I didn’t fizzle from the stress.  At points I would have to extinguish the fire and think smart not hard, and in refocusing my efforts I learned to overcome some previously difficult situations resulting in some empowering results.  I started making decisions that no longer factored in others opinions.  And the best part about it others were noticing my confidence.  It’s like when you’re trying to lose weight and someone sees you and compliments you… it’s the same euphoria.  I got compliments on my decisions, my moves, my ideas and it only strengthened me.  Keeping it more real my confidence helped my styling and fashion, and that was the real best part.  I’m so clear on my personal style it’s scary.  Don’t worry I’ll be sharing all my secrets in my styling series Sartorial Sciences. 

With the dawn of a new year and the youthful excitement of new beginnings I continued to decipher the sings and wonders hinting at the exceptional year ahead.  As each day goes by I continue to micro-analyse all of my natural decisions, what I’m hearing or the sounds I’ve missed while approaching every opportunity with eagle eyed precision of a New York Gypsy sensing a bad omen.  I was on edge.  One thing I’ve also learned was the power of perspective and the importance of appreciation and dreaming.  At midnight I was stuck in traffic, missing the fireworks miles away from what I’d thought.  At midnight I kissed Mr.B laughed and sang along to some of our favourite songs during the little intermissions of conversation.  Depending on your perspective you’d focus in on one statement over the other.  Either you’ll focus on a growing love story or a simple sob story and for me darling, LOVE always wins.  Everyday so far has had its small victories further proving the prodigious year to come.  I beg you to think of your year thus far, with a clear mind and a positive outlook and you’ll be able to identify your small victories. It’s everyone’s golden year.

I have to say I’m excited.  Aren’t you?  Do you feel the energy, the opportunity, the possibilities in the air?  Its electric! I won’t be sharing my hackneyed list of resolutions, but I will be writing them down to stay on track because that’s just what you do, and I hope you do too.  How about this.  Leave some of your victories in the comments below. Look, I’ll start.  I got my learners license and I’ll do you one more, I haven’t broken a nail or chipped my polish.  In a woman’s world these are the real victories.  Let’s help motivate someone who may not feel like their actions are good enough by showing them in the comments the shape shifting forms victories come in.  Someone out there just got promoted and someone a new job, is that you?

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Golden New Year

  • January 7, 2018

Lets chat doll. Have a listen!

 

 

I was absolutely devastated, sad, gloomy, any other down descriptor for new year’s.  These feelings weren’t focused on the new year itself but geared towards me celebrating it.  How will I ring in my golden year?  I had no plans and that shattered me.  I have a tradition that really is a psychological tick that whatever you’re doing at midnight will be a signifier for that year.  So, the mere fact that I had no idea of what I’d be doing strung me out mentally.  A real-life puzzle in my adult years.  For the first time I was old enough to do what I wanted and the responsibility was daunting.  Faced with the uncertainty of “what will Robyn do?” pushed me from the normal religious activities one normally takes part in.  My soul yearned for more.  Partying with friends?  But my friends were all gone or all over the place.  I literally had none of my girls, none of my friends to sway me to adventure at midnight.  I was being greedy, I had all the companionship in the world.  Me, myself and Mr.B, however perfect in his manly ways, he too was devoid of new year’s ideas.  But this year’s celebration was different.  I didn’t need it. I already knew what the new year would be like. It was my GOLDEN NEW YEAR.

Have you ever spoken about something like an idea or dream and it be surrounded by an air of fantasy?  Have you ever spoken about something and it felt real? When I think about being fabulous and formidable I feel the spark in each fingertip.  I feel like it’s going to be a glow up year.  Not for me only, for everybody.  What a superb notion!  I can’t explain the feeling, but if I could I would say blind excitement.  Strong bliss. In my next year-in-welcome I’ll tell you all about my shining achievements.  I’m confident in my feeling and it stems from fulfilling key resolutions from the past year. One being I regained my confidence. 

 

 

 

I hoped for my confidence back because I needed to be authentic, it’s what makes me me. I’m not sure if it came from aging wisdom or my nonchalant attitude to life the past year.  I had no time to burn while keeping everyone warm.  I had to ensure I didn’t fizzle from the stress.  At points I would have to extinguish the fire and think smart not hard, and in refocusing my efforts I learned to overcome some previously difficult situations resulting in some empowering results.  I started making decisions that no longer factored in others opinions.  And the best part about it others were noticing my confidence.  It’s like when you’re trying to lose weight and someone sees you and compliments you… it’s the same euphoria.  I got compliments on my decisions, my moves, my ideas and it only strengthened me.  Keeping it more real my confidence helped my styling and fashion, and that was the real best part.  I’m so clear on my personal style it’s scary.  Don’t worry I’ll be sharing all my secrets in my styling series Sartorial Sciences. 

With the dawn of a new year and the youthful excitement of new beginnings I continued to decipher the sings and wonders hinting at the exceptional year ahead.  As each day goes by I continue to micro-analyse all of my natural decisions, what I’m hearing or the sounds I’ve missed while approaching every opportunity with eagle eyed precision of a New York Gypsy sensing a bad omen.  I was on edge.  One thing I’ve also learned was the power of perspective and the importance of appreciation and dreaming.  At midnight I was stuck in traffic, missing the fireworks miles away from what I’d thought.  At midnight I kissed Mr.B laughed and sang along to some of our favourite songs during the little intermissions of conversation.  Depending on your perspective you’d focus in on one statement over the other.  Either you’ll focus on a growing love story or a simple sob story and for me darling, LOVE always wins.  Everyday so far has had its small victories further proving the prodigious year to come.  I beg you to think of your year thus far, with a clear mind and a positive outlook and you’ll be able to identify your small victories. It’s everyone’s golden year.

I have to say I’m excited.  Aren’t you?  Do you feel the energy, the opportunity, the possibilities in the air?  Its electric! I won’t be sharing my hackneyed list of resolutions, but I will be writing them down to stay on track because that’s just what you do, and I hope you do too.  How about this.  Leave some of your victories in the comments below. Look, I’ll start.  I got my learners license and I’ll do you one more, I haven’t broken a nail or chipped my polish.  In a woman’s world these are the real victories.  Let’s help motivate someone who may not feel like their actions are good enough by showing them in the comments the shape shifting forms victories come in.  Someone out there just got promoted and someone a new job, is that you?

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Photographs F. Blake

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