The darkness of winter spurs us forward to hope of new life that spring brings with it and a rebirth of sorts. I become introspective and jot down my thoughts, hopes, dreams, and disappointments into my journal where I do a lot of my soul searching, and it is a keeper of secrets. There are times that I struggle inwardly with insecurities and days I feel utterly stupid and useless. Then the sun comes out and the struggle is over until I have overcast feelings again.
Each year I try to name the year and put the label inside the front cover of the journal. There was a year named "shattered dreams." The next year was the "year of healing." The following year after that was the "year of rebuilding,"etc...This coming year my motto will be the year of letting go.