I’m not wise or anything, but I would not rule out anything for 2018.
I have several things to be delighted about and excited about for 2014, but one in particular I scribbled down in my notebook because it didn’t exist anywhere else except my brain, and that’s a terrible place for things to live indefinitely.
Now and then I come across old (very old) emails, or notes I wrote long ago and I am often a little embarrassed by what I was thinking at that moment, or at least in how I went about communicating something to another person. I often feel like if I ran into myself as I was 15 years ago today I’d punch myself in the nose.1
But tonight I found something I wrote that is admittedly a little abrupt and dismissive about a horrific event, but also managed to remind me about something beautiful blooming from the shadows it cast.
Having said that, I think I’d probably want to punch myself in the nose if I ran into myself as I am today more often than not. ↩