Who am I today?
Which woman will I be today?
Maybe I’m the woman who faithfully drinks her water, walks the recommended steps, and picks up her book instead of her phone.
Maybe I’m the woman who naps. Or the woman who cries unexpectedly. The woman who loves to bake, aspires to paint watercolors, and reads poetry.
I know I’m the woman who loves deeply, bruises easily, and fears being faulted – for anything – anything at all.
It’s quite likely I’ll be the woman who never quite reaches her goals, who always just misses the mark, who never quite meets the impossibly high expectations she holds for herself.
She often shows up.
But I’ll try not to be the woman who complains. Who criticizes. Who’s impatient.
Instead, I’d like to be the woman who’s grateful. Humble. Hopeful.
And kind.
For sure and certain, today at least, I’m the woman who writes.
one hopeful year 