Show up. Be awesome. That's all.
I spend FAR too much time on Facebook. I don't plan on doing anything about it, I love it, I get to hang out with all my favourite people around the world while wearing my PJs - what's not to love? But on New Year's Eve, I was reading everyone's status updates about their new year's resolutions, their words and themes for the year and I found myself having a momentary 'shit, I've not done any new year planning AT ALL. I don't have a freakin' word for my year and I've not got one single soddin' actionable goal.'
This is something I'm usually ALL OVER. I'd have bought a planner, I'd have written at least 50 things I want to achieve in the coming year, created a reading list of books I NEEDED to read in order to be a better person/do more things - what can I say? I'm a self-help book junkie - but this year? Nothing. Nada.
Y'see I got married. Did I mention it?
BRIEF WEDDING INTERLUDE: It was the most beautiful day o' my life. The muff and shawl didn't arrive - boo to you, Cute and Curvy Brides - but the hot viking was a complete hero, went to Fabricland and within hours had whipped me up a gorgeous combo that would of turned Snow White herself envy-green. After relentless rain the entire week leading up to the 21st, the sun shone and my hot viking beau stood at a beautifully decorated altar (thanks, mumma Lister) waiting for me to marry him. My bestie Brett walked me down the aisle, after catching me moments before when I fell up the stairs - totes mortified - the room was filled with 12 of our favourite people and when I saw that dude o' hotness, I made eye-water. My bestie Susie read I Carry Your Heart by e.e Cummings, I cried. My brand new sister Rosie sang Your Song - Moulin Rouge style and I made even more eye water. It turned out my 'cherries in the snow' lipstick was not kiss-proof, that made me laugh. I wore AMAZING shoes, drank too much pink fizz, and spent the evening with my new family playing what's that tune karaoke in a swanky hotel.
Wanna see pix? Okay, if you insist.
Okay, so I'm being a wedding bore, where was I? Ahhh yes, that was it, New Year's eve, having a mini-meltdown because I'd spent the previous week in a state of total bliss-kissed deliciousness, kissing my husband, making art - worked on the SASSY oracle cards for a few days, loving what came up when I put pen to paper - hanging with friends and fam and hadn't had time to plan, or set goals for 2013.
I had a sweat on, everyone was talking about all the fabulous things they planned to do in the new year, yet all I knew was that I wanted to feel as kissed by bliss as I had the week after I got married. When I was literally doing what I loved. Pun totally intended.
So I simply said 'fuck it.' Yep, I've got a potty mouth, and no, that won't be changing anytime soon either.
Ahhhh, how does that feel? Less pressure = more awesomeness. More awesomeness = epic magick shit x 10000000.