My chief New Year’s resolution is to be kinder and more hopeful…to be the person I want to come home to.
The mere thought quickly reels me in whenever I catch myself being pushy and demanding with someone whom I profess to love.
Let’s really examine it…what it truly means to aspire to this.
Who do you want to come home to?
What would they be like?
How would they treat you?
Acceptance comes to mind. Loving me despite my flaws and shortcomings. Welcoming my presence with open arms regardless of what I’ve done or failed to do.
I’d like to nestle in the heat of someone who’s warm…who feels like home no matter how long I’ve been away with a scent so familiar it calms me down with the gentleness of a favorite melody.
Caring, compassionate, comfortable…kind, good-natured with a heart that beats as one.
When I flip it…turning the task to me, I’d want to soothe rather than disrupt staying still during a crisis while judgement would never make it through my front door.
I think of this saint, I’ll choose to be, awaiting as he makes his way to me since I can already hear his footsteps alight coming up the walk.
As I hold my vigil beaming with light, he’ll know me for sure seeing his reflection resonating in my eyes blinking in awe back to him.
Who is the person you want to come home to?
Have you introduced yourself yet, so you too recognize him or her when they come knocking at your door?
Suit up…get ready…because the person you truly wish to be is just a heartbeat away.
This is my 750th essay.