It’s that time of year again, time to reevaluate. This year has been rather quiet. Last birthday I peered out over the next year and hoped that something spectacular was waiting. Instead my life has slowly, patiently been gestating. There is a time for everything, and my 20th year was one for contemplation, wondering, unfolding. I’m learning, and the most important thing I’ve learned is acceptance. I might never be patient, but if I can be gentle and kind to myself I can find the courage to become.
So this year I’ll still wish for excitement and romance and happiness. I’ll hope that this will be the year, but I’ll also pray for the grace to do what it’ll take to make this year the year.
May I enjoy a whimsical, tender, vibrant, spontaneous, daring 21st year full of fulfilling projects, good friends, simple pleasures and adventures worth recounting to my future children.
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