January, you're long but I love you.

The first month of the year, though long and usually bleak, gives us a chance to start again. I'm sure most would disagree, but I have always enjoyed January. 

It was bitterly cold this morning but, for the first time in a long time, I awoke without the feeling that my heart was being ripped from my chest. I can physically feel my body and subconscious releasing all my past pain, my past mistakes, my heartbreak, and my self-doubt. A pure sign of healing. 

The practise of mindful gratitude into my everyday routine was once somewhat tedious, but now is second-nature. Gently appreciating all which I see, sense, and feel around me has allowed me to appreciate the greatness of life and how magical it can be. 

We are simply powerful beings and we need to believe it so. 

The simple act of opening my curtains today to be greeted by a little silver moon resting in the sky was enough to almost reduce me to tears. I remember feeling this exact feeling from a time in my life I was truly happy. It seems I'm getting back to a similar state. Seeing beauty everywhere, including in myself at last, is a rewarding feeling to say the least. As the dark sky then began to blush its pinky tones, I watched in awe. Something so "normal" - dare I say ordinary and everyday - is often overlooked. But really, it is ever-changing and never once the same. The skies uniqueness is inspiring. 

January is almost over, and was not quite so blue as I expected it to be. 

-e.a.w