Why is it so hard for me to let go of a neurotic thought process even though I understand it so well, both intellectually and emotionally? Does it comfort me because it’s predictable?
Every New Year’s I play the judge, the jury and the executioner. What’s being evaluated is my life’s trajectory.
I’m a merciless judge. Errors in judgement are sometimes invented out of thin air, as if my guilt was a forgone conclusion.
This year I’m trying to celebrate my successes. So I’m formulating a strategy.
It’s a beautiful sunny day where I am. I’m going to go outside and take a swim. Tonight I’ll have just one glass of champagne. I’ll remind myself that, to a great extent, my life will continue to unfold in the way I want it to.
And tomorrow I’ll wake up and get on with the business of making it all happen.