I tend to set my “goals” for the year on my birthday rather than on the first of January, but I would like to play along. Auld lang syne and whatnot. In 2013, I waded gingerly outside my comfort zone. This year, I go all in, up to my neck, with waves hopefully no higher than four feet.
In 2014, I will be turning thirty.
I will eat good food.
I will read more books.
I will be open;
I will allow myself to heal.
I will spend time in the sun.
I will make art.
I will be brave.
There are no numbers, here, only fluid forward motion. 2013 involved many stops and starts. This year, I will follow through.
* As a short human, four foot waves are actually sort of scary.
Thanks for stopping by. My name is Naomi, and this space is made of girldust. This blog is a picture of my comfortably scattered life on the coast of Maine. I'm trying to be a slightly better version of myself every day. I like old houses, reading, the ocean, ghost stories, and museums. You can learn a little bit more about me here.