There is so much I want to accomplish this year--or perhaps not accomplish, but do. Little things and big things and in-between-things that I cling to with my hands. I want to stop crossing my arms across my chest, take up yoga, and travel. I want to make changes and try new things and grab life by the throat. But more than anything I want to regard as much as I can with awe. To remember that life is a fluid thing--one grand experiment--and it is my job to be kind to myself, and others, as it continues to unfold. Nothing is permanent--not my fear, not the fact that I'm really bad at yoga, not where I live or what I do, or even my idea of what I want to come home to at the end of the day. There's just the willingness to show up, to try again, and to marvel at all of it--to raise my eyebrows, look around, and give thanks for life in all of its messy imperfection.