The shift from one calendar year to the next feels more significant to me than my birthday. Collectively, we all make the leap into a new start, a fresh chance, a shifted idea of what is possible. Resolutions are hopes put in the form of determinations, and in that is something beautiful. Hope itself is beautiful. It’s what I see and feel as I watch people cheer and and cry, hug and kiss, dance and sing as the ball drops and confetti rains upon revelers.

I love hope.

Hope, like creativity, needs tending, like a fire. Hope starts with an idea or an image of how something might be better. Hope is maintained with discipline. This is where things fall apart for many of us. All I want to say on that is, be kind to yourself and be realistic about the disciplined steps you choose to tend to hope. With small bits of tinder, we can keep the mighty fire of an idea alive and moving forward.

I wish that for us all in this coming year~ that we keep our hopes alive and tended to with love, tenderness, and determination.

Always,
bradie