This Year

This is the year:

of doing what we love, 

of feeding the fires of passion 

that have simmered too long inside us, 

of painting each morning sky 

before we roll out of rumpled sheets 

and kiss the ground with our toes.

This is the year:

of singing too loud stuck in traffic, 

of rolling down windows and 

throwing open doors, 

of bathing in sunshine and 

breathing in all of the life 

that blooms around us.

This is the year:

of healthy habits
and happy souls,
of learning self discipline
and self love,
of introducing our true selves
to the people who have
always loved us,
and wishing well
those sorry few who never will. 

This is the year.