Last year’s resolution is this year’s secret sauce

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Last year’s resolution is this year’s secret sauce

Now is about the time we forget our resolutions for the year, which is why I thought I’d stop by your inbox to help you get back on track… not that we remember exactly what our resolutions were that we were so keen on.

Hint: It probably had something to do with health and/or wealth.

Those two juggernauts.

A juggernaut is a literal or metaphorical force regarded as merciless, destructive, and unstoppable.

Ain’t that the truth.

Now is when we think “Oh yeah, resolutions… pft… it was a trend back in… what… three weeks ago?”

Those old days, three weeks ago when we were so SURE that this year it would all work out. Just need a bit of grit, clarity, and resolution magic to get a jumpstart on health and wealth.

I’m definitely one of those “Do ya have a resolution yet? Do ya? Do ya? Do ya?!?!?!?”

hanging head in embarrassed self-awareness

I have been thinking about 2023 since November 2022 when I did a big clear and reshuffling of my journals from the year. You may recall at this time, I also was gifted a course called The Elegant Art of Feminine Confidence by Erin Kurt, which coincided with a book called You are a Badass by Jen Sincero.

Basically how to be a bad ass at the elegant art of feminine confidence.Or the elegant art of feminine bad assery.

I wasn’t expecting them to work so well together but they did. With both, I was meditating and reactivating my glow…. raising the ol’ frequency. In this process, I found that my real resolution for last year was about fixing broken things.

Not just my body from all the surgeries and diseases… I’m fine now, thanks. And glowing! But I started fixing all the other crap that was broken… the car brakes, the clock, the sluggish internet, the old computer. All the junk that collected and hung around my TO DO lists, thereby dragging me down like albatrosses around my neck.

I wasn’t creating as many courses, books, blogs, ANYTHING… because the computer was acting like it was in 1999. (though healing from surgery didn’t help either, especially the brain fog… what was I saying again?)

Once that list was done, it coincided with my trip to the doctor who gave me permission to go forth full steam ahead in all activities. Healed body… YES… healed car… YES… healed computer and Internet… YES and YES.

I had been hesitant to bounce or stretch or lift or move for fear of unraveling his handiwork but now I was free to YOGA my way through the day.

I warrior posed my way to the grocery store and came upon SEED PACKETS.

It’s January, people, in Canada, and there are SEED PACKETS for sale at the grocery store.

But those seed packets are the same as our New Year’s resolutions. They are full of promise. They are a handful of hope. They are little envelopes of determination. And that’s the same thing we feel on January 1st. Turns out, I had spent last year fixing all the things, and that set me up nicely to hunker down and create the burning desire projects. I think it will be an art journaling course.

So go get yourself some seed packets to remind yourself of why you are going to to THE THING this year. It is HAPPENING.

In the words of my wise friend Pete McCormack, “Let the seeds of love fall where they may. Let God take care of the rest.”