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Por fin...

Por fin...el ultima dia de 2011!

What a year! What stands out to me right now is the number of shooting stars I've seen this year. Despite the fact that I'm not exactly superstitious, I have wished on a few of them. Those nearly secret whispers that rise from a deep place within. I know if you read my blog, you know exactly what I mean.

For the record, one of them has already come true. I'm hoping the other is right behind it. :)

Wishes aside, it's been an interesting year, as usual. Choosing to live life deliberately opens those types of doors, and I am daily amazed by how blessed I am to experience all that is before me. This year has been learning Portuguese, traveling to Spain, creating more art, and meeting the most amazing man with the most marvelous smile to greet me in the morning.

I've also learned a very important lesson. It's really not about me. I've spent a lot of time worrying about others' perceptions of me, but I think I finally understand that I have no control over that. Nor do I really want it. All I can do is live my life with the best intent. I'll take the consequences. I'll take the chances. I'll no longer worry about how others see me. Their perceptions have little to do with me and everything to do with their own experiences.

And that, my friends, is freeing.

As we close out this year and open our arms to embrace the next, I will close my eyes one more time and be grateful for this incredible opportunity called life that I--and you--get to experience.

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Rebecca Jeffries-Hyman said…
Love it! "little to do with me and everything to do with their own experiences." SO TRUE!!!
9:13 AM
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