I went on a walk yesterday. The sky was gray and soft, and everything was quiet. Winter is beautiful because you can really hear. My rain boots made rings on the swimming-pool sidewalks, and the slosh was like bells or the song of tiny chirping birds. Frothy water was frozen at the lake’s shore, and the air was cold enough that I could see my breath, but not so cold to take it from me. I saw circles in the cores of trees, and spirals in the water rushing around the city streets, and I thought about age and time and the journey.
I was thinking about rings because I am 27 now. I’m excited for year 27 – it’s a magic number for me. On a 27th I flew to Hungary to teach ESL and learn about pain, paprika and how to be at home anywhere. On another 27th I flew back to California to unpack in all the ways one can unpack and to start and then stop a jam-making business, and on yet another 27th I hopped in my car and moved to Vermont. And now, here I am. 27 years on this earth, this time around at least. More rings on my tree. More trips around the sun. I’m getting closer to something.
Although the day itself felt uneventful, I am excited about this new year. I just have a good feeling about it. And while I didn’t really make resolutions, there are a few things I want for myself in 2014.
I want to let things come to me, and I don’t want to need much.
I want to harness that calm and forward-moving energy, especially at work.
I want to accept things for what they are. This includes me.
I want to move my body more, and I want to sweat.
I want to sprout and brew and ferment and experiment more in the kitchen.
I want to write and sing and strum more.
I want to nurture my relationships.
I want to let go of everything that does not serve me.
I want to get out of the way.
I want to stop judging so that I’ll have time to love.
Here’s to a year of love, growth, and getting out of the way. I know we’ll get everything we need.