Empty bucket

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately and the conclusion I've drawn is that I have spent too much of my life being an empty bucket. I don't mean my life is empty. My cup runneth over and I am very grateful. What I mean is, by letting anyone toss things in, my life hasn't always been a true reflection of what I value. Easily clouded by others' negative thoughts, emotional turmoil, and obligations, I haven't always stayed true to the path I wish to walk. Certainly not everything has been harmful. Life lessons, challenges, and different perspectives to expand my thinking have been very beneficial.

But it's not good to be an empty bucket. What does one do with the void when no one is around to throw things in? And how do you keep out the detritus that steals the joy from life?

One of my goals is to stay present and make life better one moment at a time. Spending more time with friends and family, taking care of my physical self, and helping others are priorities.

Now to make my previously empty bucket full of moments that reflect these priorities...