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Here’s to new beginnings. Fresh Starts. The turning of pages. Here’s to making dreams, and wishes, and above all, love. To making a life you are proud of. Proud to claim. Proud to stand upon. Proud to call your own. Here’s to having space, and owning it. Here’s to being proud of the space you own, occupy, create for yourself, demand, and dwell in. Here’s to the life's work-both having it, and actively doing it. Here’s to doing what you love, and loving what you do. Here’s to the smaller things. The things which fill the places, our places, us. The mirrors that grace us with our own reflection. May we be met with glittering smiles and radioactive confidence. The chairs that hug the low of our backs when our body ceases to, that hold the thunder of our thighs, the tightrope of our arms. The doors we paint with our names. The bookshelves and the hands that brought the wood. Shaped the wood. Molded the wood. Crafted the Wood. The nails, that once repeatedly smashed and beaten into submission, still continue to maintain their strength. Their dignity. The holes, the dents, the narrow and deep and small vessels of absence give us the ability to hold everything together. It is by our broken surfaces that we are allowed to build and create and be the ambitious freaks we are. Here’s to learning, and growing; life’s classroom. Here’s to lessons on how to find the success we once lost. Lessons on letting go of the failures that haunt us. Lessons on how to be more human, how to be less afraid. Lessons not in learning how to unfall, but rather, climb back up with grace, and love, and redemption in our pack pocket. May our lessons never stop unfolding. May our growth never be stunted. May we never forget to accept the baptism of renewal. 

Here's to 2019...

Cheers....

January 1st, 2019