when 2024 makes room for 2025, let’s shine bright!

It feels like eons ago that I could honestly feel sparks of hopefulness, excitement and purpose for a new year.

This year has been a rough one (again). Full of disappointment and dispiriting developments. Like someone expressed, spent most time just trying to exist. Life should be more, so much more, than this.

And the ending has been celebrated with a most miserable of colds that relentlessly devoured any meaning of life.

Hopefully it was just Universe’s way of saying let’s get rid of all the rubbish things about 2024 in a most palpable way.

So my deepest wishes now is to feel less of a waste of space I have become and more as the resource and inspiration I am, in 2025. 

I know I’m not the only one feeling this way.

The world is just so full of misery, greed, violence and selfishness it is hart impossible to find your path and purpose. Not to mention the opportunities to shine.

So to all kind and compassionate people out there, let’s grab all opportunities in 2025, let’s be a force for positive change, for kindness and joy, let’s find meaning and purpose, let’s shine together in our own unique ways!

💖💖💖💖💖

farewell november, welcome december 2024

 

Keeping this short. (I hope…)

November went past like swoosh. And that it’s December and already Advent II on Sunday feels crazy.

A few notes on my last upbeat post on ’every meeting has a meaning’ - turned out, as far as I can tell so far, that serendipitous meeting with what I had hoped was a fabulous mentor, not to be. 

I’m thinking my hopes for something uplifting, new and wonderful, a positive push forward and lots of inspiration and support, was just to expect too much alas. 

People who are rather self-obsessed and not really interested in a meaningful dialogue but seem to prefer monologues, they’re not my kind of people.

I feel quite deflated and disappointed. Thought we had an instant click. I had so looked forward to the mentoring. But apparently she didn’t understand the assignment. Or, as said, my hopes for meaningfulness were too high. 

Ah well, maybe something good will come from that connection somewhere along the line. Not just in the shape and quite instant form I had longed for here and now.

But that disappointment aside, November held some other clearing and cleansing practical, tangible things that I feel make room for positive change. Sometimes getting rid off stuff and cleaning home space feels so kathartic. And for that I am ever so grateful.

Universe has my back in unexpected ways, and small steps are better than no steps at all. Positive change WILL come, not just here and now. 

So in the meantime I will try my best to enjoy December (so far snow, rain, ice followed by bare ground, and then it starts all over again, climate emergency style). 

And give my heartfelt thanks to all good things November brought, unexpected, heartwarming as well as disappointing and costly. Because disappointments are always great teachers.

Please bring sparkles and joy, December, that would be ever so sweet and appreciated.

Yours truly 🩷