I've been quietly wishing you a happy new year ever since the thing actually happened a few weeks ago. I felt like I owed you a greatest hits of sorts, a highest highs and lowest lows. I fell in love, had a brief battle with bed bugs, I feasted and famined. You know- life happened. I've done a lot of private introspection and think I'll leave it at that. It was a ride, and I am still a little wobbly on my feet.

I want to ask myself a single question this year. What am I doing now, I mean now now, to actualize some of my wild, untended and half-formed hopes for the distant future. A lot of self-kindness and self-awareness are in order, too.  And now we march forward into the fray.