The next year . . .

I want to know more.

I want to engage, to open up, to dissect, to discover.

I want others to know. I want to know others.

I want to see new perspectives and shares stories of old.

I want to sing major songs in minor keys.

I want the heart and the optimism of a child

I don’t want the voices to go away. I just want to sort them out and put them in their place.

I want to love more and be loved.

I want to find strangers and join them in their journey for a short moment. To be inspired and moved and hopefully to help encourage them in some way.

I want to take those familiar fears and finally exorcise them