New Years day always seems to be a day of reflection. Oftentimes it is a reflection on the prior year, or of an entire lifetime. I tend to do the latter because I feel like I have lived a hundred lives in a matter of fifty years. I am lucky to have such difficult and amazing experiences that have molded me into the human I am today. Man, there was a lot of heartache…and a lot of laughter. My hope for the new year? To move through the universe with laughter, hope, and love with as much gusto as I can manage.
This year is about to get hard…but a good hard. Going back to school at fifty is ludicrous. My brain knows this. But my heart is set on a goal that I cannot ignore. The battle between the two hasn’t been great. I’ve beat around the proverbial bush long enough already. I’m doing it. As I have always said: I seem to like jumping in the deep end…I am not a very good swimmer, but I can dog paddle for a very long time. Maybe that is all I will need. Oh, and some gratitude.
I wish peace to all of your souls this year…I hope that you listen to more music, more stand up comics, the trees swaying in the wind, and the sound of your own inner voice.
Let’s do this!
Just a girl 