I will spend tomorrow, the first day of fifty-three, stitching, spinning, reading the new issue of Taproot, maybe watch a movie, and then eat pasta and chantilly cake with my guys, and, hopefully, take a bath in a tub that, hopefully, someone has scrubbed for me.
And, sometime in the following 364 days, I hope to knit another blue sweater, submit an entry in a local art show, get a new tattoo, find a watercolor class to take, legally change my name to Hazel (more about that another day), and work on being braver.
"Slowly growing into myself"
