🤲This year I am going to pull my dreams down from the shelf and roll them in my hands like clay. I am going to feel the grit of them: what are they made of? what do they want to become?  I want my dreams to know the skin of my palms. This year I am going to form my dreams into something real. 

⏳This year I will flow and grow and create. Even if I have to find the minutes hidden in dusty corners and behind the rows of backpacks, I will collect them and use them for myself: not selfishly, but because I deserve them. This year I will not apologize for making time for myself.

💞This year I will surround myself with people who lift me up. I will be drawn to people and experiences that bring joy to my soul and raise my vibration. I will let the people and circumstances that no longer serve me fall away like desiccated leaves.  I will reach out to my soulmates that have been separated by distance and time. This year I will cultivate my tribe.

🍀This year I will say No graciously and Yes with enthusiasm. I will generously give my positive energy without fear of depletion, because I know I am tapped into the source.  I know that the universe is aligned with my greater good. This year I will welcome abundance.

🌈This year I will not worry over things I cannot control. I will reserve my mindspace for finding solutions and moving things forward. I will applaud the successes of others and find compassion for those who struggle. This year I will send love and gratitude into the world

💫This year I will show up for myself.

🔥This year nothing will hold me back. 

©Skye Nicholson 2021

(Featured Image by Anja🤗#helpinghands #solidarity#stays healthy🙏 from Pixabay )

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Read Rain on New Year’s Day, a poem by Vixen Lea