32 was India. It was being a stakeholder in High School Redesign. It was the Magnificent Mile. 40 Days of uninterupted yoga. It was coaching a swim meet again. Floating down the bow. A hop over to Vancouver to see the steam clock. Turkey dinners and cards.
It was some exhaustion. Lots of laughing. Some running and sometimes even liking it.
So now 33. It begins peeling and cutting colourful carrots for a few friends and mixing some punch while I visit my sister and brother-in-law (slash future roommate for a few months). Then with my name falling from the drawbox–although it might as well have been the sky–for free yoga for the foreseeable future. Some hints of what this tree ring will bring.
No India (I don’t think!). But Social Work 101 buckling down and getting it done. Amsterdam and fingers crossed for the bathtub, er Stedelijk Museum. Some real hitting the mat still I’m thinking. Maybe I’ll actually finish Republic of Nothing before I teach it. And Hamlet again, too. Wouldn’t French be nice again? And how serious is the New Orleans or Mediterranean talk?
A year for intentional:
Gathering. Adventuring. Learning. Space-creating. Appreciating.
With openness to the unexpected.