A new year. A new set of mistakes to make. Of books to read. Of trips onto my yoga mat to breathe deeply. Relax. Of papers to write and ink stained fingers to wash. Of anniversaries and celebrations and parties and Netflix. So much Netflix.
In 2016, I want to create. I want to get better about blogging on a more regular schedule. I want to do well in school, and learn so many new things. I want to finally, finally, start making the steps to re-learn French. I want to keep doing yoga and meditation at night, because it helps me sleep easier and relax before bed. I want to forgive myself for the things I’ve done in the past, and do better this year.
I want to be–in whatever way, shape, or emotion that might entail.