As I write this, 2018 has quietly made its arrival. Outside, for the first time in weeks, it is pouring rain – glorious, thunderous rain. The kind of rain that creates the best soundtrack for making out in bed or something … 😏
I spent a couple of minutes standing in the downpour, thinking of you, and of us, and what my wish for this year is. In the past, I’ve written wishes to my friends and family but I’ve never really come up with anything for myself.
So here’s what I’ve got:
I hope to live this year with a passion that is fierce and wild. A passion for creating, and growing, and loving, and being truly immersed in everything that I do. I hope to rediscover all the bits of me that I left behind.
I want to be inspired this year.
I want to write magic.
I want to dance more, and cook more, and spend more time in the forest with Wilson.
I want to take my time.
I want to go on as many adventures together as we can pack into one year.
I want to explore, and experience things with you – even things I’ve done before because I believe that having you by my side will change it.
I want to wake up to you, and go to sleep in your arms.
I think we’re on the edge of something explicitly wonderful and I can’t wait to live it.
What do you think?
I miss you, of course. But I am still happier than I’ve ever been. I love you. Happy New Year, and wherever you are, I hope you’re smiling.
I can promise you nothing feels like sleeping with your arm around me and your breath in my ear. Still, it’s comforting to know we sleep under the same moon, even if she’s so much older when she gets to me. I like to imagine she’s seen you sleeping and wants me to know you’re doing well.”
― Clementine von Radics,