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Here’s to striding forward and having the courage to leave dead wood behind.

Here’s to being captain of your own ship, and travelling where you want and when you want. With the very best and worthy of companions. Or alone, if that is your wish.

Here’s to bucking the trend, defying expectations. To going rogue. To adventure, no matter the scale, for walking through a rain shower is adventure to an ant.

Here’s to refusing to conform, to placate, to being manipulated, to being used. Enough of that already.

Here’s to discovery, to learning, to stepping off that treadmill that has done nothing but take you round, circle following circle. Walk the wrong way on an escalator. Go against the prescriptive flow.

Here’s to having the confidence of never having to explain yourself to anyone ever again.

Here’s to good health. Quiet times. Productive hours. Peace.

Here’s to ‘Do no harm.’ To ‘Speak no evil.’ To ‘Think no ill.’

Here’s to you, you amazing creature. Here’s to me. To us.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Here is to never speak badly about your life, it might be listening. Here is to allow creativity to be a bigger part of your life.
Happy New Year!
Cheers,
KJ
Denise said…
Hear, hear! And a Happy New Year to you, too, KJ!
Vera said…
Truly inspirational, Denise! Vx
Denise said…
Thank you, Vera. Assisted by the UC!
Athene said…
Thank you. Here’s to living life and not procrastinating.
Happy New Year Denise, to you and Andy and all your blog followers
Denise said…
Happy New Year to you, Olly! Lots of big living in 2020, I think! x

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