Last year I had some thoughts on the new year and my own resolutions, wishes, friendly reminders to myself (since my blog is often a cathartic refrigerator for my emotional sticky notes.) I wanted to give that another go. So, here I am.
Remember where you were one year ago and count paces to where you are now. Remember the cells and hairs you've shed and the people you've brushed against (they matter.) Seek them out every once in a while and find out about the things that speed up their hearts.
Put words on paper and ignore the backspace until you feel like you've said everything on your mind (and then keep going.) Make things and fill empty spaces. It's the closest thing to magic you're ever going to experience. Save everything or keep nothing.
Go on long drives or walks or bike rides alone. Get to know your own head just a little bit more. Surround yourself with people who make you think or drown out the noise, the ones who chip away at walls to creep in through the cracks.
You don't need to change, but you will anyway.
You'll take the easy way out and stay inside your head and wait. You'll watch and listen or block everything. You'll mess things up and you won't even realize it.
But, really, there's nothing wrong with growing attached or growing apart. It's alright to want someone to share your space and just as alright to not want that. There's enough room in your brain to be content and restless in the same minute. You can love yourself and still grow.
You need very little really, until you need a whole lot. You're a dynamic and fragile thing.
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