My New Year
Most of us take the opportunity to assess life during what we have come to call, the New Year, which is observed on and around January 1. I, however, rebel that I am, take time to reflect each year on my birthday.
This year, as I sat in meditation, I was overwhelmed by my blessings. My life is so rich. Here are but a few examples in the litany of gifts in my life.
- My spiritual journey
- My beloved
- My daughters, each a rare and unique gem
- My grandchildren...five at the last count!
- My family and friends, which encompass the entire globe
- My ability to write
- My garden
It is not that I don't live in reality. I definitely understand the pain, the suffering, the heartache of life. The choices I make are to find the good, to see the silver lining. It is a choice.
Recently, a friend wrote a blog post on how negative people can bring your energy down. She discussed the need to distance oneself from such influences. I completely agree.
In my life, I learned the necessity of consciously deciding who to include into my circle as well as what situations best nurture my soul. This is not egocentric, as some have noted. It is survival.
Negative people are like vampires. They suck the life out of everyone and everything they encounter, even when they are given opportunities to be lifted up.
For instance, I had a relative who simply could not find joy in anything. For years, I tried to bring her happiness. Small gifts, special outings, affirmations all went by the wayside. She reveled in her misery. Finally, enlightened by a spiritual advisor, I confronted her, pointing out the fact that no matter what anyone did, she found a way to be negative. Telling her that she was responsible for her own happiness was a wakeup call for me, too. I no longer needed to try to "make" anyone happy. My responsibility was only to myself.
Since that day, my life has been a series of blessings. Long before Oprah made the gratitude journal famous, I was tracking my blessings, words from the heart, in my journal. It didn't take long for me to see the pattern in my life, a pattern that has replayed repeatedly.
So, rose-colored glasses may be part of my look, but I am the one deciding to wear them. Life is truly glorious when viewed from their filter.