Two of cups

 I was dreaming when I wrote this, forgive me if it makes no sense! The end of the year always reminds of 1999, the song by the late, great, artist, formally known as Prince, It's an untimely, yet classic tune that speaks of the end of world as we know it to be. Dooms Day! Accepting our fait while two stepping into eternity. All of  our hearts beating as one in syncopation to bombs bursting in the air. I image us , not holding one another but hugging our red Dixie cups gracefully lifting it above our heads to honor Father Times. Last year fades to black as he ushers in the new . But, this post isn't about that.

 While sitting at my desk at work, I thought about all of the people I've spoken power into, all of the motivational conversations I've had with them, even sharing my many stories of time spent in the valley and of  few spent at the mountain top. It's quite unfortunate though I can only count on one hand how often I've been on the receiving end of a fill-up. It is with that same energy I've generated my attitude, sourced from this reality - I have come to add two bullet points (the only points by the way) to my practice of self preservation. The first is; no more will I pour into people who do not pour into me. And, to keep my cup over flowing, with self love and self respect. so that every year I will have a happy ending especially. 

Novus Annus!