My birthday is tomorrow (yaaay!) and as always, I'm re-reading my favorite Neil Gaiman quote and hoping for a year full of all of these things.
This year, I hope to love more deeply and in every situation. I hope that above any other emotion or action, love is my first instinct.
I hope that my days are filled with magic and dreams because I choose for them to be. Not because I sit around and wait for things to happen, but because I get up, get to work, and make my own magic.
I hope that good madness comes around every now and then, because really--life is much too short to be boring. I hope to spend just enough time lost in books, and too much time kissing Chris, who, for some reason or another, actually does think I'm wonderful.
I hope this year is filled to the brim with art. With writing words and words and more words. I hope that this is the year my words start to pay the bills, but even if it's not, I hope that my year is filled with them just the same.
I hope to live every day in such a way that if everything came to a screeching halt and my life ended, that everyone who knew me would say, she sure got everything she could out of life. She used it for all it was worth.
Here's to 23: To magic and dreams and good madness.
