What is it about the new year that actually urges us all on to betterment? I find myself beginning the new year promising myself to read more, eat less, show more gratitude, spread more love and heighten my awareness. I’m ever hopeful as the clock pushes past midnight on the last day of the year. Why couldn’t I feel that way in mid-September? Why is the soul beckoning for change right now? Perhaps, it’s the exhaustion of the holidays or perhaps our internal clock has a moment of reset.
Animals don’t feel this need. My cat and my dog act exactly as they have the three hundred and sixty-five days before. They are begging for treats; meanwhile I am wiping the dust off the hand weights I put away at least three hundred days ago.
Cheers to a new year and the miracles it may bring! Maybe I’ll work out for 70 days this year! I may even post more than three times this year on this blog. Any improvement over last is something, right?
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