A Year of manifesting my dreams begins now
I rang in the new year sipping long island ice teas in a grungy hotel bar, fighting eager, french-speaking boys off my best friend. I lost my keys and my favorite lipstick, but I wouldn’t have wanted to spend the evening any other way.
I vowed to myself, in the post-countdown, early hours of the new year that I would manifest some incredible things. I planned to write more, to smile more, and to exercise more. I tend to stray away from calling these ideas ‘resolutions’ because I find those are much too easily broken.
There is something about New Years that never fails to inspire me. I feel so cliche when I talk about how much new years excites me, but I can’t help it. The prospect of a whole new twelve months of exploration and new experiences is my dream. My slate feels clean, and I’m ready to shoulder new projects.
I started off the new days of 2017 diving into the cool blue waters of the Indian ocean. I realized that the ocean draws me back, no matter where I live, and that I’m almost always happier with my toes in the sand, water lapping up around my ankles and gulls chirping in the background.
I feel incredibly humbled by the new year, but also slightly sad. I tend to get melancholy over the idea of ‘endings’. 2016 was a year for the books, with it’s various ups and downs, but also it is now in the past. It is a collection of fleeting memories, a chapter of a book that is now closed. Maybe it is a pessimistic point of view, but it’s always one that stays with me.
To end my first post of the new year on a sad note would be unfair, and not in the spirit of the positivity I want to manifest in my life this coming year. The new year promises new beginnings, new loves, new experiences, new everything. It will be a year of firsts, and a year of lasts. It will be a year to remember, I can already tell.
Some pictures from the early days of 2017