Here Comes Another Year

Here comes another year
and yet,
there is something about this next year that feels different.
Maybe it's the continuation of this crazy, new life.
Maybe it's the growing sense of significance I find in every day
as I breathe in, as I smile out.
Maybe it's the developing freedom I experience as I begin to see what really matters in life.
Transformation continues.
The struggles bear fruit.
I walk, I move, I stand.
I see the sun in the morning as the moon fades into daylight.
Another day.
What mattered today?
I think often of many things.
But even in my thoughts,
I am not alone.
I sense this.
I sense You.
This new beginning seems like the beginning of really living.
Coming to terms with being grown up.
Is that what I am?
My life doesn't feel grown up in a conventional way.
It isn't.
And most days I am more than okay with that.
Here comes another year.
Where will We go from here?
I don't know
and I am learning to find my joy in not always knowing.