Is this thing on? Hath Bloglandia returned to fully functioning fabulosity from its state of suspended holiday animation?
Oh 2013. You were so…much. You hauled back and bitch slapped me a few times, but mostly, you taught me. And always, you gave me. There are lessons in skinned knees, knowing in snotty faces.
This was the year I met myself for the first time. This was the year I kept listening to my father. This was the year I found a job I love. This was the year I switched my Canon’s dial to Manual. In fact the black and white photo in this set from New Years Eve is my very first advanced Lightroom 5 edit (completed in only 2.5 hours’ time this morning; I rule).
This was the year that the blue-eyed boy in that black and white photo asked me to be his wife.
This was the year I stopped being afraid. This blog exists upon this network of ones and zeros because I found the stop button for being a weenie. I’m not judging. Operation Be Not Weenie is a scary undertaking. It was safer there, in the dark corner, from whence I could forever say “Someday I will…”. Lean out of my corner, fist to the ceiling, and shout, “I could if I wanted…”, ‘I wish I…”
No more wishes. Only dreams behind which to sweat until caught, tackled to the earth, and become.
No more “I want to…”
You should, too.
When work is light upon your shoulders, lace up your boots and hike. See something you’ve not yet known. Drive an hour from your house. Without your GPS. Walk around. Steal away to a beach without public parking. Breathe the salt. Hear a wave smash a jagged shore. Live in a place where tectonic plates disagree? You’re lucky. I want to come play in the mountains with you. Exploit those violent arguments standing tall and rugged in the sun. Hike, discover, twist an ankle.
Don’t watch. Do.
Throw your dart towards a map and ask where it falls, and then, fall right behind it.
The world is a kaleidoscope of colors unseen. They’re mine for the finding. And yours, too.
A beautiful 2014 to us all.