Today’s post title is a line from my favorite movie and the quote for this month on my Gone with the Wind wall calendar. However, today ironically is about books. For years I’ve thought about publishing a book of my poetry. My best friend even prodded me a few times. But there was always some reason why I didn’t quite get it done. This very same friend thinks that New Years Resolutions are arbitrary and is also a famous author in his own right. While another of my friends (actually, I haven’t really decided if we’re to be friends) has already stumbled on one of his Resolutions – within 2 hours of ringing in the New Year.
We all aim to improve ourselves when the New Year rolls around. We endeavor to exercise (#1) and eat healthier (#2). For me, those two are among my short list of things I hope to accomplish in 2017. Much of 2016 was brutal. Although it was the year that we purchased our new home (isn’t it funny when they say do you rent or own and really the question should be, do you rent or mortgage), it was also one marred with enormous emotional struggles. Many days I just wasn’t okay. No matter how hard I tried to will myself into feeling better, it just didn’t happen and the meds only kept me precariously at the edge. Thus, my 3rd resolution is to overcome my daily defeat. Living with depression is difficult. As I’m sure those of you who cope with it can attest, that’s the understatement of the year. 2016. I am always so hard on myself, analyzing and over analyzing, etching circles around the reflective pond of my mind. There are moments where I’m so crippled by my despair that getting out of bed is a challenge. Some days it’s a challenge that I cannot overcome.
My number four is what’s really exciting to me, publishing a book of poetry. I don’t know who buys poetry books but I’m still going to do it. I already have the title, ISBN and domain name but mum is the word on that for now. And number five is a perennial, read at least one book per month. Thank you, Grace Burrowes!
I’d lost my joy. And I’m certainly not saying that at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Day that I somehow found it again. What I am saying is that deep inside I believe that 2017 is going to be a different kind of year. A more comfortable one. There is so much to be grateful for and even though depression is my constant companion it will not be allowed to fully drown me out. You know, the inner voice that needs to get out.
Whatever you do in your New Year I hope that you find success, prosperity, and peace. Sometimes you do need to revel in the little things and count your blessings.