You are beginning to fold up in your own single way.
You feel your edges move toward center,
your heart like a folded blanket unfolding
and folding in with everything contained.scented candle burning deliciously in the background, though instead of a quaint woodsy room, my place is strewn with papers, books, and clothes all over.
I spent New Year's eve having a lovely dinner at a friend's house but didn't go dancing with them afterwards. Instead, I went home and spent the last hour of 2010 in a quiet creative pursuit, thinking about everything and nothing, vaguely listening to the faint sounds of distant fireworks mingled with the rain.
So it goes. 2010 was a year of learning, of having the courage to do those things that I've always wanted to do - ballet, learning a foreign language, dressing up more, loving and accepting myself in the process. Had I told my awkward 20 year-old self who I'd become 10 years later, she would have laughed in my face and said no way. It took awhile to get here but I've finally come to a place where I don't think too much about what others think of me anymore and focus on just being me.
And now its a new beginning, a new decade. I'm excited to see what 2011 will bring, wrote my wishes in a small piece of sticky note and taped it on my journal. I really, really hope that one (or two) will come true.
P.S. Thank you so much for all your birthday greetings and lovely comments.