The present in the past is like a servant who treads besides you, steps so softly you'd barely know where they'd progressed. Their desires, what they take from you, what minute rearranging has occurred by their steady watch - this body, the room and its set pieces, the real estate of your heart.
They even take a screwdriver to your temples as you lie asleep, sifting out the old shadows, the prior half-stitched narratives, spooning new ones in their stead.
So, rather than recount the prior year in detail (which included a wonderful wedding, visits to California, and the gift of a stubborn, wickedly clever black pug), I thought I'd repost my 40 goals for the next 40 years. They're broken down into four categories - Silly, Career Goals, Goals to Invite and Help Others, and Self-Care goals.
Love and thanks to you,