When I started writing this post my intent was to summarize 2017 and the things that made their way across these pages. Then, I erased it all. I don’t want to do that today, the last day of the year.
Maybe my feelings will be different an hour from now, tomorrow, in a month. Who knows? Who cares? Right now, in this moment, I want to look ahead.
Where can I go? What can I do? What can I achieve, change, feel in the days to come? I think I’d like to concentrate on that today instead of rehashing the past.
Dare to Dream
When I allow my thoughts to roam unchecked or unfettered by the guilt of being selfish, they take me far from home. If I don’t cave to my inner turmoil, what is the harm in stretching my boundaries and getting a little uncomfortable? That’s where the good stuff happens – in the places where you color outside of your own lines. Sometimes you get scared, you’re unsure, and sometimes it even hurts a little. But, in the end, when everything is done and dusted, life is changed there.
My dream for 2018 is to follow some of the secret wishes that tickle my fancy when my brain isn’t busy helping me to be a responsible adult. No one can help me do that. I wish to find my own strength.
Onward toward possibility, friends. It’s just past hope, a left at whimsy, straight to laughter, and finally, arrive at joy.
Happy New Year.