If I were a season, I think I would be spring.
I admire her strength – how after a few failed attempts at battling winter’s harsh wind and grey skies, she always finds a way to pull through. I love the way she brightens the day; even for those who see the world differently than she does.
Do me a favour. Take a moment to think about every step, every stumble, that has led you here. Revel in the journey. Appreciate each one.
Somehow, I managed to wrap up 2015 with my arms clasped around the cold porcelain bowl in the ensuite of my home. Perhaps it was my way of clearing out any bad vibes from the year. Personally, I would have preferred taking Elizabeth Gilbert’s approach, which …
So much can happen in a year.
You fall in love. You lose a job. You move to a new city.
You have your first kiss. You lose your best friend. You renovate the kitchen.
Some of it you plan for. Some of it makes you ache for a rewind button.