I wrote a list today, of things I want to finish + start in 2014. Partways through though, I stopped. I sat on the edge of K's green sofa and looked back on the things I did this last year, and the things I didn't.
This last year was wonderful.
I learned. I discovered. I cherished. I braved. Grew. Fell down. Got up. Made new friends, and kept old ones. Wrote. Dared. Pushed. Worshiped. Cried. Laughed. Visited. Moved out. Left. Stayed. Read. Filled my house with flowers.
I did so much that was gorgeous + beautiful.
Like I said though, I was partways through my list, and then I stopped.
I decided then that I don't want this next year to be about me. I don't really want to make resolutions about myself. I don't really want them to be about what I want. I mean, yes, I want to go sailing. Yes, I want to travel. Yes, I want to visit more people more often. I want to find a copy of "Foxe's Book of Martyrs." I want to knit a sweater for a baby.
I want to do a lot of things.
Mostly though, I want to make a difference.
I want to be better.
Maybe if we all resolved to do wonderful things for others we would be better off.
Maybe you could pay for someone else's coffee each time you buy yourself one.
Maybe you could be more involved in church, or even start going to church.
Maybe you could start working at a homeless shelter.
Maybe you could visit older people.
Maybe you could watch children for free so parents could spend time together.
Maybe you could make more things to give away.
Maybe you could hide more love letters.
Maybe you could befriend someone you never thought you would.
Maybe you could write poetry for people you love + go see them more.
Maybe you could adopt.
Maybe you could change a life, or save one.
So, for 2014, I want to do a lot of stuff.
But for 2014, mostly I want to be better.
Mostly.
What do you say, want to be better with me?
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