I don’t love the idea of resolutions or attempting to find a single word to represent an entire year. But the reality is that the more the dust settles and I think about this upcoming year I can see the words that are forming in the tender places of my heart.

Last year was about growth. Maybe not that exactly but more allowing myself to recognize the growth. A forward movement of things I let be for too long. I did my best to live in the liminal space between who I used to be and all I am becoming.

Last year was striving to prove I was the same. What a terrible lie. Thank God it isn’t true. To squander experiences such as these and remain unchanged would be such a waste. I am becoming new, alive, free.  

Free to pursue.

This year I feel free to wander and explore people, places, feelings. I will follow my instincts knowing that they were given to me. I will pour myself into dreams even when others may not have the imagination for them. I will follow them as long as the desire still lives within, and if it ends I will feel honored that I was given the opportunity of the journey and freely to walk away.