Sunday, January 4, 2015

Welcome to the Fuck it Forties!

The night before my birthday is really my New Year's Eve.
There is anticipation and reflection, and projection and planning.  What do I want for this next year?

This is a big year for me.  I feel it deeply.  I have reached my stride and found where I belong.  I know who I am and what I love.   I'm here and I'm totally fine with where this is.

This is my year to Flourish.  To get better, to make better, to shine.  I don't need to struggle with figuring myself out; I'm figured.  And I'm good.

So, this is my plan:
3 days a week yoga (I managed a pretty consistent year last year, but not quite 3 days)
Eating well and juicing. (Yay for $5 juicer at ARC)
Personal writing (more of it, either here or in a journal)
Professional writing (Perhaps an article about the farm, and a couple more grants)
Another 52 photo project (I'm thinking 52 of Us)
Expand on Dog Photog.  (More than my once a week at the HS-perhaps for social change?)
The Farm (This requires a whole planning session of its own.  There is so much...)
Go to another conference. (Like a GOOD one.)
Organize some workshops...

Last year was a year to establish myself in the Community, to show what I am capable of and perhaps (without knowing it) to prove myself.  This is my year to shine, to flourish and expand on what I started.  I think the hard part is over (I think?), feeling fear and facing my critic.  I learned that if I just do, if I move past the what ifs and into possibility, than I can DO anything.  And I did.

So, here I am at 40.  (Toronto time, where I was born.)  This is my year, my 'Fuck It' year, and I am so very excited to take it all on.

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