I am thinking lately where I was same time last year and remember feeling fair–that at least I was still intact, moving forward and finishing strong. I would say the same is true for this year but so much more. As 2015 progressed, I was growing more into my authentic self. It is indeed a liberating experience. Once there is acceptance, the pace picks up, and life is a rolling stone going downhill. I feel the power of the present with the notion that my life is also just ahead of me. I think of my young nephews and how fearless, rambunctious and magical they are–so much hope living inside of them. I see the goodness of this existence, and I don’t want to miss it anymore because quite frankly it’s much too short to be feeling otherwise. Here’s hoping 2016 is another adventure, whether it’s crossing a long desert or wide ocean, let it be one more journey to the center of my soul.

Child’s Play: Our last day in Hawai’i