Happy New Year!!
I look back on 2018, and I’m not sure I can make it through my thought process without devolving into a puddle of tears. And I mean tears of gratitude, and pain and happiness and life. Those who know me KNOW, and even then, they don’t really know the half. I think one day, maybe a month from now, I will sit down and really deconstruct this year.
You know, when I was in college, that was the thing I loved the most about being an English Lit major - the deconstruction of a page, a paragraph, a sentence. The idea that there was so much meaning in every word, and beyond.
And somehow, that’s what 2018 meant to me - how it felt to me. That my words, thoughts, actions, were somehow part of a bigger narrative, a story being written somewhere beyond my grasp and in between the spaces - and was this desire to be apart of every word.
I still don’t know what it all means. But in that, I think that’s my mission, my journey for 2019:
So here’s to the new year, may it be full of life in all its forms and meanings and complexities and maybe take those and run into the wind with them. Happy New Year!