The New Year comes in cold: the air brittle and white. Empty.
And perhaps it sounds strange, but for now, I like the emptiness, and I’m in no hurry to fill it.
My friends rush back and forth announcing resolutions — buying sneakers and juicers and gym memberships. And hear me: those things are beautiful, too. This week, though, I don’t want to make too many commitments, or hammer my goals into hard-edged words. Instead, I want to sit still and quiet and let the lingering gratitude for 2015 sink into me.
I want to understand where I came from — the hard and the messy and the frightening and the beautiful — so I can know what comes next.
So for now, as I spend this week in quiet contemplation, I thought I would share with you a few favorite snapshots from the previous year: a quiet look back, in black and white:
Much love to you, friends. I’m believing that the best sort of magic is ahead, for us both. ❤