The Glitter of New Year's Eve
As I step into 2021, I feel like I am opening a fresh new book. I rub my hand gently across the crisp white blank pages - each encouraging me to make indelible memories as I travel through the upcoming year. I deliberately shelve all that may hinder exploration and growth. Welcoming the new beginnings, I embrace every path leading to an unknown destination. This private journey is an exclusive gift to cherish.
Making personal promises rather than resolutions - I follow my heart and intoxicating dreams without fixating on planned outcomes. Yes, I will encounter bumps and detours along the way. The unexpected barriers add challenges to examine and rare spices to include.
Focusing on the present moment, no matter how mundane, allows me to sense my heart pulsate and body tingle. I write. I paint. I dance. My movements are awkward rather than elegant, but I forge ahead. Being an amateur in all three disciplines - I remain diligent.
At some point, I anticipate a fusion of disparate activities - both past and present. I do not know how, when, where, or with whom this will occur. In any case, answers are not essential for now.
I begin 2021 unconditionally, open to different possibilities, and acknowledge the stumbles that emerge along the way. Presently my slate is untainted. I love new beginnings and graciously accept whatever fallouts transpire - this is life.