I’m not going to list the “21 things I want for this year”.
I’m not going to bully myself into following a trend, a diet, a career out of fear. Fear of not fitting in, of missing out, of doing it differently, doing it my way. 

For the next 365 days, and hopefully beyond, I will play.
I will seek out what I love, what I enjoy and derive strength from. 
I will let my self speak up, question and investigate. 
I will sing, shout, act and write.
Take a step to the left, one to the right, and
shake my body all about. 
Let my mind wander, my creativity shine. 
Let my lungs be full, and my heart open and light. 
Take the time to contemplate, to digest,
to feel and share. 
To seek depth in all things, including in myself. 

I’ve never been one for superficial conversations or behaviours.
When as a younger women at school I tried to follow some who obeyed to superficiality in order to “fit in”: nothing good ever came out of it.
I would end up feeling like a foreigner in my own flesh, in my own self.

This feeling I now see, helped me understand that clearly things wee not aligned, some people were not meant to stay. As painful as it was then, it’s allowed me to understand what I needed in life,
and also what I could let go.

What I could do if I allowed myself to.