New Year

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some good books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art. And, I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.  ~ Neil Gaiman

I am happy with the last year. It was a good year. I prepared for this new year and left myself in good stance. I am ready, finally ready to tackle the tough stretches and to explore some new territory. As time passes, it gets easier to close down and wall off, to withdraw from the world. Yet, I pushed myself this past year insistent that I would open myself up further to the world and it’s opportunities. Shall I go to Paris for my 50th birthday? How will I celebrate my oldest child leaving his teen years behind? What shall commemorate my 20 years of medical practice? Shall I fall in love again?

I believe. I hope. I have have an open heart and I promise to reflect to the world that which I feel inside: graciousness and generosity. I am always willing to reconcile. I believe in second chances. I believe in taking risks and couching one’s fear. I have that courageous heart. And with the close of one year and the opening of another I hope to exercise all of Mr. Gaiman’s wishes, all the dreams and magic and wonderment.

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