this year i wrote.
this year i was there for the birth of my niece.
this year i went to mexico multiple times. this year started in montreal, and is ending in durban. this year i set an intention to leave the country and i went.
this year i fell in love, and stayed in it, a transformative love.
this year i prepared to let go of everything.
this year i set and held boundaries that created freedom.
this year i did too much, and loved just about every thing.
this year i loved my body and learned an immense amount about what health feels like for me. and i am still learning.
this year i was more present with my family, and i can deepen even more there.
this year i was immensely vulnerable.
this year i was ready to be creative when the stories started coming.
this year i didn’t give up, i kept on, i lived each day.
this year i was grieving, and learning of more things to grieve in this very small world.
this year, and just recently, i was humbled again by the massive glorious gorgeous simple and vast scale of the world and how little i actually comprehend.
this year i kept my wonder intact.
this year i kept turning my analysis back on myself, liberating at the places i can reach.
this year felt good.