Today is my 46th birthday. 45 was one remarkable year. I accomplished things I'd never dreamed of. My sense of confidence has grown, I've established my voice and point of view. I've taken on responsibilty in ways I still amazed I can handle. I now comfortably call myself a writer.
I've also crashed lower than I ever have before, have doubted myself, have questioned just about everything in my life.
Yup, it's been quite a year.
46 is a blank slate. I have no projects in the works, no idea what's next, nothing in the future I'm thrilled about or dreading.
I'm here. I'm working on stillness, on gratitude, on being open. On not knowing, not planning, letting go of expectations, a sense of entitlement.
On seeing the good in situations. Being more understanding and supportive. Rediscovering patience.
Of accepting where I am instead of regretting where I'm not.