The excitement you feel at new years. Is arbitrary. It’s created. We decided that completing 365 days is an accomplishment. A time to celebrate, to reflect, to dream.

We begin to think about all the possibilities of a new year. The places we may go, people we may meet, people we may become.

We create the feeling of being new, fresh, opportunities await.

But what if we celebrated like this every week. Everyday. We feel the same accomplishment and pride and joy for living another day. We feel the excitement and dream about the possibilities that tomorrow holds.

We truly, deep down try to embrace the feelings of new years each and every day. We reflect on the day, what went wrong and released it. What went right and how we can foster more of that. Appreciate the places we went that day while dreaming of the places we’ll go tomorrow.

We create how we feel. How we process. We can’t control the outside influences but we can work to control how we process and react. We can celebrate each and every day and the possibilities that a new day holds.

This year I want to celebrate the new day.

Good morning, happy new day!
Good night, wishing you an amazing tomorrow!

I’m fifteen days into the new year.
I’ve taken no more than twelve steps,
My eyes blink, and in a flash I am here.
My ’empty’ falls, I stand. In God’s light, at my best.
An astral curtain, I’ve just phased through.
Sheer focus aimed ahead; No more playing dead.
Side not with the wicked; rather, the justly shrewd.
Most haven’t seen what hell has to offer. I have, and I’m through.
I’ll march forward. Alone, or with a few.
Nevermind those shadows, we walk in truth.
You’ve got me, and I’ve got you.

P.S. I understand this is quite vague/cryptic. I don’t wanna give too much away on my goals just yet. Still in the process of organizing/compiling 🙂

A new year, a new me what will it be? Longing for change but staying the same. Fighting the wars of fear, failure, self-doubt, procrastination, and no clear path to gratification. Trying to pry the doors of abundance and prosperity open; only to be met by my own self on the other side, keeping them closed tight. This year’s goal is to win this fight. To find purpose, to find peace, to find the broken pieces of my dreams. A new year, a new me.

New year
New me?
No not new me
Same me
But with new goals
New goals
New aspirations
Do new things
For the new year
A chance to rest
To restart
To do the things
I said I would
But never did
Last year

It’s a new year
So set new goals right
Make new resolutions
Is what everyone says
You do
In the new year
So what are my goals?
That’s a good question
I ask myself
I haven’t really thought about it
But I know I should
So goals I want to accomplish
In this new year are

Getting my drivers license
It’s something I should have by now
But I don’t
29 with no license
I never really needed it
From living in a city
In a neighborhood
Where I can walk to anything
But now as I get older
I realize I need it

Drinking less
I drink for many reasons
I like the taste
With friends and family
Gives me confidence
Out of boredom
To escape my thoughts
To drink my feelings away
Which where it gets bad
I know I shouldn’t do that
Drink to forget
But I did
I used to
Last year I tried
Slowly down
I was doing good
But had my slip ups too
But this year
I want to try it again
Drinking less
And actually accomplishing it
For my family
For my friends
And most importantly
For myself

Focusing on myself
Along with my mental health
Such as getting back into yoga
I took classes every weekend
But then stopped
When they filled up
Too fast

Mediating
To help calm down
And to clear my mind
My mind has a million tabs open
It’s always fasting
I need to slow down
And focus on myself
Working out more

Climbing
Climbing helps me
Both physically and mentally
It clears my mind
It makes me have to focus
To figure out how to get
To the top
Works my muscles
Legs and arms
I feel it when I stop for awhile
Makes me feel stronger
Makes me feel better
Afterwards
It’s a challenge
And I love it
I need to climb
More this year
And stop making excuses
For why I can’t

Journaling
To release my thoughts
My feelings
My emotions
In a better way
A more healthier way
Then before
I can’t speak
How I feel
But I can write it
How I feel
Writing to let go
Of the darkness
That’s inside me

So these are my goals
My goals for the new year
Will I accomplish them all?
I don’t know but I will try to
These goals may be small
Compared to another’s
But I don’t care
Because these are mine
My goals
To reach
To make
To achieve
In this new year

It’s 2024.
The welcoming celebrations have ceased.
On my first day back to work,
A coworker asked,
“What do you want for yourself this year?”

I said, “It isn’t a matter of what I want,
It’s what I need…
There’s nothing
I need more than to
free my mind of thoughts
on what I can’t do.”

She pondered…
Then questioned,
“How will you get to that place?”

“I must embrace fear,
let life run its course,
face challenges head-on, and
gracefully excuse myself
from my zone of comfort.

With that, I need to
express gratitude,
take better care of my body, and
value my mental.

Last, I’ll build on my knowledge,
smile more often,
act with love, and
work to master the art of patience,”
I declared with great excitement.

“I see you have it all figured out,”
she replied.
“No, I just know what I need,”
I assured her, casually.

For years, I have chosen everyone else first
I allowed myself to not even be on my own list of priorities
I did not think I deserved to recognize on my own time with deserving the merits of love for myself
I had everyone categorized in my mind as more important than me
I was determined to not be a nuisance or cause anyone discomfort

2020 changed me as it did others

2020 made me aware of the importance of self stillness
2021 taught me that I do not need to live up to others timelines, my own is important
2022 woke up my internal clock of no longer delaying my own growth
2023 broke me of any self doubt that was leftover of 2022 and set my path on fire
2024 is the year I choose Me

I choose to make myself a top priority on my own list
I choose to make sure I know my worth and my value even when others question me
I choose to be uncomfortable with not taking care of everyone else, first
I choose making sure I know I am allowed to love myself honestly and fully
I choose living up to my own expectations and I am looking forward to how this adventure unwinds over this year

2024 is the year I choose me

In the Year 2024 Poem
By Cyantha Key

My goals in the Year 2024,
In the year 2024, the word that comes to mind, is simply more.
I want to expand my creativity and explore the depths of my creative capacity.
I want to write the sonnets and poems etched in my heart.
I want to tell tales from my neighborhood in short stories.
I want to step out of the shadows of doubt and into the light of hopes and dreams.
I want to make my mark on the world with my own voice and flair.
I want to be a painter and a poet,
A writer and a thinker,
I want to be a visionary and artist,
An innovator and an dreamer,
In this year, I want to overcome trial and tribulations.
I want the world to know I have a rich imagination.
I want to bring joy and excitement to the minds of the gallery viewers.
I want to motivate the minds of spectator, and plant joy in their hearts.
I want to have the courage to say I was brave and bold.
I won’t keep my genius stored in my heart,
At the end of this year,
I want the message to be clear,
In 2024,
I will be more,
More braver,
More stronger,
More creative,
More hopeful,
More inspiring,
More bolder,
This year will be a year of more.

The sound of a thousand semi automatic guns rang in the distant
Echoing a turbulent welcome for a new years celebration once the clock struck 12
With my body aching, Battling a cold with massive migraines marked the end to this year of 7.
What a powerful flush of an energetic cleanse to my DNA as I transcend
“I smiled with the knowing that This year means the scales are about to be balanced in my life once again” .
In my mind I Watched the last piece of sand fell through the hour glass modeling the figure 8… a year of infinite possibilities, perhaps an overflow of delayed blessings ?
As I sit now, writing at my desk draped in a cloak of protection. The Arch angels stand near as I pray for divine intervention for all the years I’ve cried JUSTICE
Staring into the image of the jaguars eyes I know I’m next in line for a miracle.
Goals for a peaceful life, a safe home somewhere near the mountains.
Eager to be closer to God as I embark on this destined journey with my baby fish tinkering at my side.
“Goals to find my tribe, and model world peace
“ heal with the earth,”
What a blessing to envision a silent escape from a ghost town, ridden in 7 deadly sins .
A land of body bags covered in blood shed.
I got my sights set forward, So now I can sow seeds on a land upon inheritance where the ancestors once weep.

“ The mountainous red turf in a vortex of manna.”

I Amplify my holy Trinity of self as I denounce the spirit of fear , for it was written as described from the words above.
when I foretold the looming truth of unjust crimes covered up by crooked cops and greedy ken who would rather see me held in asylum counting down the days waiting for me to die!
Too much truth? I think not.
So many goals but that also includes to let my voice shake as I speak from the heart and share hidden prophecy
Break down the walls, let the birds sing . It’s time for my fiery soul to be ‘Unsealed’.
I want to paint with sand and quantify in knowledge. Sit with shamans and monks on grassy lands taking notes as we read books.
There has been too many years gone by where I lived in hyper vigilance , writing down dreams waiting for the day to express myself a burning desire to live free.
I woke up this morning, nasal path ways wide open …noticing I could breathe.
“The storm is over this year it’s all about giving life to the beautiful visions I’ve seen.”
These are my goals for the new years closing out the year 2023

Ye Welcome The Year 2024, Time to let freedom Ring.

If what they say is true
and you can really be anything
I hope you’ll be your own stars and lavender skies
and every phase of every moon

Be your sun that meets the day
Be your air, breath, and fire
Be your lungs that haven’t quit

Be the postcard in the mail
on the way to greet old friends
Be your neighbor bringing laughter
and togetherness in cups of tea
Be paintings, puzzles and dreams still left to finish
Be the ladybugs gathered in three

Be every ocean too big to photograph
Be the snapshot from outer space
Be the embers in the backyard woodpile burning
and your midweek coffee date

Be the fireworks and the celebration
Be the rain jumping off concrete
Be the flowers you plant, and more importantly,
Be the roots that no one else sees

Be the first time listening to the song you’ve been needing
Be the dance class you’re scared to take
Be your stumbling and uncertainty
Be every season in its wake

Be the time capsule revisiting every hometown place
you thought surely you outgrew
Be elbows deep in a sink full of dishes
Be the vinyl crackling from the next room

Be open windows and fresh clean sheets
Be the moment to gather your thoughts
Be your voice of grace that says
You are more than “what you ought”

Be summer heat’s rest stop for gasoline
Be afternoon’s happily snoring dogs
Be the birdhouse in the yard
and the flock of magpies in their waltz

Because if what they say is true
and our lives are up to us
I’d like to think we can be brave enough
to be everything that’s been given to us

2024: hours to go–
Til the New Year’s Party’s over and
Aileen leans in to show me a meme, a little dated, about being sedated by the Ramones:
Twenty, twenty-four hours to go.

That’s how this leap year lept in: on word play, a guffaw, and a grin. And: THAT’S IT!
That’s my goal for 2024. That’s all. That’s it:

To play with words and laugh along to poetry and song,
joke and jape all night long–right or wrong–
With a throng of my favorite people to ring it in with–
Including and increasingly especially always–ME.

Nothing else needs doing or achieving except being. Accept BEING.
It is my goal that that finally be enough for me.

For, I have spent all the years before 2024–up to and including 2023–
making lists of buckets and wishes of all the things
I need to do or be.

So, new year, new list usually–but NO!–not this!
This time I want only one–okay, maybe a few–things:

To curate and appreciate all that did accumulate before 2024
to make it what it is already about to be.

NO YEAR IS NEW. YET, EVERY YEAR, IT’S TRUE–
We all set out to improve ourselves in the DEAD OF WINTER

When all the smart mammals are out there staying in:
hibernating
gestating
incubating
investing in their future
by staying asleep–perchance to dream

Of what’s soon coming: life and love in store. But they don’t start acting on those mores until the actual (fucking) Spring.

So, my only goal for now is to sit back and marvel how I even got here to THIS place and time of being.

It’s the start of 2024, and my one and only chore is to see what happens next without expecting a single thing…

Except maybe some more laughs and a few hours left to pass…

Til 2025 has me sedately asking myself the exact same thing.

(Who knows by then what the answer will be?)

One day
I want the glass bottle once thrown into the ocean with a message inside
To Float back to the shores it was flung from and discovered that the wreckage is no longer
That the parts have been salvaged and repurposed
that there were a pair of footprints facing north
that made it far pass the point of being washed back into the sea
Towards something beyond the wilderness
And the bottle rests between the cusps of the waves never being disturbed

There’s something special in me, but the sheets around me invite me to lie still.
There’s something special in me, but the voice of the newest drama calls
out my name.
There’s something special in me, but the hours of scrolling make it easier to stay put, liking, commenting, and laughing my precious time away.

As 2024 dawns, I aim to awaken the thing that is special in me.
But not by any unimaginable might nor by any unprecedented event.
The path to results is simpler than I realize. More obtainable than the maze my mind has painted, full of winding paths, convoluted plans, and unforgiving puzzles.

The steps are as follows:
Record the vlog.
Write the story.
Create the choreography.
Master the language.
Learn the instrument.
Love and be loved.

This is the moment I start to create the things I have always wanted to make,
I start to enjoy the things that make my creative spirit sing,
I start to find my rhythm.
I start to find my tempo.

Do not delay, I say. The thing that is special in me grows restless.
And I cannot ignore it any longer.