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.