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Intermission by Coeur de Pirate
This year, I will forget last year's hurt, its tears, and its blunders.
I will, however, not forget the great times that made me forge ahead.
This year I will remember that I have 365 days ahead of me to make this ongoing life better than its preceding attempts.
This year, I will refine my wine palette.
I will dabble in the art of cuisine.
I will better my French speaking tongue.
I will eat new foods.
I will penny pinch.
I will reduce my material acquisitions.
I will make more time for dancing.
This year, I will spend more time with loved ones.
I will reach out to old friends.
I will find out more about them and what makes them so.
I will work out less, but harder.
I will wake up on the right side of the bed every day.
I will let the tides turn and ride the wave.
I will not live the same day twice.
This year, I will finally indulge in my craving for a creative life.
I will work towards my goals every day.
I will create with purpose.
I will expose my talent.
This year, I will stand firmly beside my aspirations.
I will make great attempts.
I will be brave.
I will not quit.
I will trust the process.
This year, I will give people the benefit of the doubt.
I will re-evaluate my expectations from others.
I will realize that no one person is perfect.
I will see everything through perfectly imperfect lenses.
I will exercise humility.
I will laugh at myself.
I will be happy all the time.
This year, I will remember what makes me.
I will feed my soul exactly what it needs, not what I think it needs.
I will not get caught up in the useless.
I will nurture my inquisitive mind.
I will expand my horizons.
This year, I will put myself at the top of my priority list.
I will not take anything lying down.
I will be stronger than I have ever been
I will not be mistreated.
I will not be fooled.
This year, I will not let another individual put into question my worth.
I will not be on the receiving end of insolent behaviour.
I will shut out any person undeserving of my time.
I will be chased, not the other way around.
This year, I will be open to love and its splendour.
I will not fall unconditionally, but will let myself fall nevertheless.
I will not be forgotten.
I will remember that I am worth being remembered.
"For last year's words belong to last year's language. And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning" - T.S. Eliot
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