I didn't set any New Year's Resolutions this year, but I chose a word to guide me:
Intention
I'm done believing in accidents. The idea that the world just stumbles us along into coincidences as shinning as love and as meaningful as our grittiest challenges... it's never really sat steadily with me.
I want to look at my life like the blank canvas and pregnant possibility that it is. I want to design my days to overflow with love and lay my path to point toward the woman I hope to be becoming.
I'm ready to use the courage I've found to create.
I want to face each person I encounter with abundant care. I want to individualize my love - to sit with you beneath a sea of stars on your darker dusks, and to help lift you up when you're feeling strong enough to stand.
I want to examine where I'd love to be in life and trace that path backwards until I see the steps between. Then, I want to brave enough to take them.
The older I get, the more precious I feel each season becoming. Someday has suddenly become tomorrow, and I'm finding that possibility is only promised to those who reach for it.
So I'm opening my arms, accepting that a lack of accidents is empowering. The bigger picture and purpose is us. Our agency is an endless opportunity. The ripples we make so often reach farther than we ever could have imagined.
Here's to another beautiful year of plans, and the abundance of grace that surrounds their every waver, wither, and, best of all - bloom.