Twenty-first birthday. Seattle. Chalk comic strips on the Riverwalk. Tattoos. Vintage shopping. Baking. Monday late nights at Applebees. Publishing internship. State fair. Busch Gardens. Swedish fish and sour patch kids, stuffed into apron pockets on busy Fridays. The Smithsonian and Thai food in the midst of a heatwave Candy bar runs. Kittens. Writing. Re-writing. Re-re-writing. Harry Potter premier - dressed up as Hermione. Breaking Dawn premier - dressed up as Hermione. Chin-length pixie hair. Weddings, weddings, weddings - none of them mine. Babies, babies, babies - none of them mine. Relationships, failed and flawed, but still precious. Friendships, old and new and renewed.
Rediscovering John Eldredge and Neil Gaiman. Rereading my Bible. Unearthing adult lessons in children's books - The Last Unicorn. Tales from Outer Suburbia. The Magician's Elephant, The Neverending Story. Understanding the immeasurable talent of my critique group. Learning to love feminist literature. Falling further in love with Chicano and Native American literature.
Redefining myself. Accepting myself. Challenging myself.
Evaluating the future. Examining the past. Setting my creativity free. Letting God mold my soul. Practicing patience. Practicing passion. Understanding my flaws. Shattering the walls that surround my heart. Delighting in my Father. Trying new things. Facing my fears. Trusting, despite those fears. Hoping, despite the sadness. Loving and loving and loving, despite everything.
Bring on the new year.
What anonymous, you ask? I swear I left a comment, really! In case it doesn't turn up, here it is again:
Loved this post -- such a beautiful reflection. Sounds like 2011 was quite a year! Happy new year, Kristin. May old dreams come true and new dreams be born.