…instead, I’ll wish you softness when you’re unhappy, and the breath to navagate through it.
I’ll also wish for you to know that you are surrounded by people who probably have many of the same fears and sadness as you do.
Even if social media seems to be sure they are doing much better.
Because they traveled more this year.
And they made more money.
And their quotes seem more inspired.
And if you are alone right now, I wish you to know that you won’t be for much longer.
If you don’t want to be.
And if you are broken hearted right now I wish you to know that it won’t last forever.
In fact, next NY you may ringing the bells with your dream come true.
But, I’m not wishing for your dreams to come true; because they might not.
Instead I’m wishing you inner fortitude to face what is given to you and a clean warm blanket to hide under when you need to be held close.
I’m not wishing you goals reached.
I’m not wishing you many successes.
I’m not wishing you shiny sparkles up your butt.
(unless you’d like that).
This New Year I’m calling out to the cosmos with my arms raised high above my head and my heart cracked wide…
May we accept this life. All of it. Right now.
No more, more, more wishing for any more.
Fuck our best wishes.
We don’t know what’s in store for us.
What I really wish for 2015 is…
To create space for the nothingness to turn itself into what it wants to be…
Instead of making goals and setting resolutions…
Let’s let the great mystery in, shall we.
amidst everything else swirling around reach out and grab a huge fistful of that too.