On Flow and Just Being

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Photo by Trey Ratcliff

There is something seductive about crossing the threshold into a new year. It’s the same feeling as opening a new journal, or writing on crisp letter paper, or sliding under clean bedsheets. A fresh start holds promise. It’s like a new relationship: full of romance and possibility. Humans like symbolism.

And yet, I am different. More tired. Less excitable. Wiser perhaps. For me, the new year is less about the fizz and resolutions of my twenties, and more about simply be...