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This year is almost over, and I am done with some things in my life as well. I kept promising, planning, daydreaming, wishing, of doing things that I should have done years ago. Wishful thinking. Got boring. Tiresome. Unproductive. And meaningless.

I am relieved in knowing that it is not my responsibility to solve the world's problems, or other people's crisis. I AM MY PROBLEM AND MY CRISIS. I can let go of their baggage and start carrying mine. It sounds selfish, but I won't get any nearer to where I'm supposed to be if I continue being somebody else's scapegoat. Nobody asked me to. I guess it's my excuse for not living mine, therefore having to help others and be of service to them makes me think I am fulfilling my own life purpose. Not really.

It's 50 degrees outside, damp, and gray. But it's not depressing. Which is a good sign. My soul is ready to pop out of its cocoon. I am not to be fed to spiders or beetles, I am ready to fly out on my own again. Freely. Expectantly. Passionately.

Tomorrow, I will receive my photo book portfolio, bound in full color and quality paper. It's time to get things going, my pace, my time, my style, my heart.

This is change I can believe in.