I'm sick and feeling rotten, and so the cat and I are at home keeping our germs to ourselves. As I write this, I'm wearing a pair of entirely unattractive, but super comfortable navy blue sweatpants. There's a mug of chamomile tea and a box of tissues beside the computer.
In a few days, we'll begin a whole new year. 2012.
There was so much I was supposed to get done in 2011. Wasn't this the year I was going to start a successful business? Have a book published? Find true love? And now there are only a couple of days left to accomplish all that, and I'm sick.
Here's where the patience comes in. That old hare and tortoise story. Because, by the look of things, I am not going to so much vault into 2012, as plod into it. And that's okay. As long as I keep taking these steady steps, and doing it with my heart, I'll get there.
What about you? Are there ways you need to be patient with yourself?
Love to you, story-makers. Happy New Year.