near-end-of-the-year scribbles (journal entry)

Looking back, I began thinking...
Was there anything I had missed out?

Was there anything worth holding on to?

Was there anything I'd rather do?

Would it bring me comfort if I say I have no regrets?

It's not that difficult because there's no use thinking of things that were already done.

I used to think that way, and it's become much easier to look at where I am today, who I am.

What can I do more? Do less? I'm still learning how to love myself.

This year I'm cleaning my closet again,

asking the same questions:

What do I not need? What do I need to let go? What is it that holds no value to me anymore?

I allow myself to receive by giving. I'm freeing up the once cluttered space, and maybe, slowly...

it's not the only thing that's gonna open up.

Time flies quickly. It passes by whether we like it or not. Whether we move or not. Better make the most out of the days, and sleep at night as much as you can.

The steps are steep; the road, long and winding. I've read somewhere not to focus on speed, but on purpose and intention. I'm still learning this, as I'm still learning other tricks.

I chanced upon a reading, and it wasn't the first time the Magician appeared. Lately I've been thinking I want to be a magician. A real one; not someone who pulls tricks up her sleeve.

I like to think I have it. I have to believe I have it in me.

Who knows, that might be the first step.