It’s not that this past year was so bad (not at all–not like 2015). But that next year is going to be even better.
I feel like a kid on Christmas eve. It’s all about to arrive and there’s nothing I can do to make it come more quickly except to wait and let it come.
I have magic in my life and I want to share it with the world.
Wow, those words just rolled out of my fingers.
That about sums up how 2017 is rounding out its time: it’s surprising, unconscious, and playful.
I have so many things I want to do and I’m excited about all of them. It’s more a question of prioritizing and when to do what and how to get this started without neglecting that. When am I going to be able to get that project started and then still have time for this one? I want to work with her but he’s more ready to go.
I have so much to give.
Maybe I’m late for Thanksgiving. I’m so thankful for so much in 2017 as it’s bringing 2018 to me.
I was looking for the word and it just fell onto me. It’s part joy, lots of fun. Still with purpose and directed, focused. But it’s also sparkling and light and full of wonder.
I can’t think of a better word than magic.
That’s what 2018 is going to be.
Magic.