I love the sense of renewal that comes with the new year. A fresh start. While I don’t completely believe that I can reinvent myself, I also do. I like meaning. I like ceremony. I like thinking. I like purpose. I love that each year at this time I can evaluate me. What have I done? How far have I come? Where do I want to go? Who do I want to be?
My birthday is in a few weeks, and I find that the new year, and my new year are perfectly timed to help me sort me out, help me strip the excess, the distractions, and realign with my dreams. A friend of mine passed away a few weeks ago and it is incredibly, incredibly sad. He was someone who exuded happiness, who embodied love, peace, and acceptance, and who made everyone feel that they were the most important person in the room. He is gone too soon, and I am so sorry, because he gave so much, he was a true artist, he made the world dance, and I wish he could still create. He had so much to say. But that’s me, and not meant to be. You are so loved Andy.
So it has had me thinking even more about what I want to leave behind. What would I be proud to have be the me that you see? For eternity.
I hope you see.
Image via escapism.