I always like standing on the threshold of New Years Eve and looking back. It reminds me of all the things, both gleeful and painful, that had to happen in order for me to get here.
Good-bye 2012, a year full of art and inspiration and highs and lows and old friends and new friends and lots of travel and food and laughing and some crying and being really unsure of how things would and will pan out. This year’s been the beginning of learning how to roll with uncertainty and inquietude but also how to truly appreciate and live in the best moments. I aged 30 philosophical years in the past 12 months, but dang, I trust I still have the innocent and mistakingly underage face that will get me carded all the way through 2013.
2013, I’ll be there in a few…