It’s early January and the whole year is stretching out before me.
A blank page.
Usually I would feel the weight of this; bemoan the new year with nothing to look forward to. I do have a tendency to live as though always moving from one thing to the next.
But it doesn’t have to be that way.
What if all that empty time was an opportunity? Something to be savoured.
Think of all the amazing things that can happen in a year. Things that I don’t know about yet.
I can dream of the things I might do, the places I might go.
There is so much possibility.