1. I want to be happy for no reason this year except that I am here and alive and I claim this moment as my own.
2.I want to take the time to grieve fully this year, for those people that I have lost and mourn those things that I shall never have or be again.
3.This year, I want to talk less and say more. I want to taste more and eat less.
4.I want to write more about those things that really matter to me, with passion, the things that I know in my gut, the things that stir up my soul, and not give a damn about keywords or tags or where I rank in Google.
5.I want to sit with a flower this year and watch it bloom, and know what it feels like to finally surrender to life, to succumb to a purpose bigger than my own.
6.I want to be much more silly this year, and care much less about what people think of me. I have forgotten just how much fun being silly can be.
7.I want to laugh, harder than I have ever laughed before. And cry less for all of the pain and suffering that I think I can't fix, because I know that I can. Every time that I make the choice to be free, there is less suffering in the world, not a world with less pain, but less pain in the world.
8.I want to appreciate more and complain less, accept more and judge less, forgive more and blame less. I want to ultimately do nothing and allow everything.
So you won't find goals here or projects or time-lines or objectives or plans or directions or bucket lists or targets.
You'll only find me.