Happy New Year! I know it’s important for us to do things like live inside of measurements like a day, a month, a year, because beginnings and ends are good for us. Beginnings and endings offer the consoling illusion of the spending of time in a world that is largely out of our control and time that will march on with or without us. That being said these bench marks like Christmas and New Year’s pass and the feelings they leave in their wake are often complicated, but hopefully for most of us there is a sense of relief having made it through Christmas, and the very good things inside of the possibility of a New Year. On NYE I was in bed by 11pm, like the very young and fun loving woman I’ve become, but the following day I ran into the ocean with a handful of friends I’ve known forever. The water was icecold and it burned and it took our breath away and the ocean spit our pale like raw chicken bodies back onto the beach where we became all of a sudden, warm and calm. I don’t know about you, but I rarely feel calm, and so I did what anyone would do, I enjoyed the calm, and then I turned around and jumped back in. It was a perfect start to a perfect day, month, and year. I’m perhaps not in love, but love is everywhere. It’s in a thermos of hot tea on a cold beach, it’s in the cold waves of the ocean that rush you finally quite clean, it’s in the sparkle of the laughter of those you truly love and truly hope the best for in this wild world, and it’s around every corner of great uncertainty, with all of the other BIG FEELINGS, too.