It was a choice and I took it. A click on the "New designs' tab and, an hour and multiple templates later, I arrived here -- a commitment to color, to design, but most of all, to something new.A year ago, almost to this day, I did the same thing. I dallied among the details of starting this blog, cowering behind structure that served only to temporarily house my words. These words took off and in their flight, ironically grounded me as I uncovered personal truths.
I've been thinking a lot about circles. About cycles and seasons. That somehow they must be the Universe's way of reminding us that life is constantly and inevitably in motion. That nothing stops. Ever.
That there is a kinetic push that moves us, whether we want to or not, to the next step. And, if we're paying attention, if we're in tune enough, we get to experience the completion of that circle. We get to come -- Full Circle.
A year ago, I started one. My lines were tentative: faint in places, too bold in others. The single stroke of my circle, never leaving the surface of the paper, captured both the imperfect and wondrous in its singular purpose to complete what it started.
Today, I celebrate -- not the completion of this circle but the recognition of its beginning. It is an anniversary of personal importance. Of my commitment to color, to design, and most of all, to Something New.
A year ago, I started one. My lines were tentative: faint in places, too bold in others. The single stroke of my circle, never leaving the surface of the paper, captured both the imperfect and wondrous in its singular purpose to complete what it started.
Today, I celebrate -- not the completion of this circle but the recognition of its beginning. It is an anniversary of personal importance. Of my commitment to color, to design, and most of all, to Something New.
