And so a new year begins. It starts with a start and pulls me into it body and heart. This year of fresh eyes, new things, and all the time in a year is waiting for me to take the first step.
It doesn’t have anything to be sorry for yet. It is innocence. It is eagerness. It is a new wine skin holding new wine that I’ve yet to swallow, yet to taste.
It is endless possibilities and a million outcomes. It is a choose-your-own-adventure kind of year that can take you over there, or up there. It both frightens me and excites me. I love surprises, but I hate the not knowing.
So new year, will you surprise me with your good, and gently lower me into your tough. But most of all fill me up with that fine make you call life.