“It’s never too late to be what you might have been.”
Chewy, hopeful words penned by Mary Anne Evans (1819-1880), aka George Eliot, British novelist and one of the leading writers of the Victorian Era. I am all over that Mary Anne, you wild child you! 2014 – no resolutions – just being resolute.
The year to learn how to ride a bicycle.
The year to zip line for the first time.
The year to maybe entertain the notion of training for a marathon. Did I say that out loud?
The year to keep the promise made when I started massage school in 2008.
The year to add a little bit of sugar to some not-so-sweet relationships – ouch!
The year to visit The Clermont Lounge and Johnnies Hideaway. Yeah – I said it!
The year of long hugs, thank you very much Linda!
The year to climb a bridge and visit Middle Earth.
The year to start blogging.
The year to enter a new decade of life.
Really nothing that would register above a 3 on the “Isn’t my life fabulous?” Richter scale, but the beginnings of throwing off and putting on and continuing to discover what is yet to be. And you?