With a birthday between Christmas and New Year and then the turning of the new year - my mind drifts these days. Drifting to the past -- all those many years behind me -- all the love I've had in my life, the joy and the pain, the laughter and the tears and just think, here I am - beginning a new year all over again.
Each year I write in a journal. Earlier on I did it on the computer, just for ease and probably readability too - since my handwriting is awful. For the past few years I have written each year's journal. These aren't the 'art journals' that some of you create and that are so beautiful. These are just no nonsense writings, usually of ideas for future projects or what I worked on that day. Interjections of something good happening or something bad happening.
At the end of each year I go back and read the current year's entries. But then sometimes during this quiet lull at the beginning of the a new year I'll go back and read past years too. Sort of fun to see where my art journey has taken me over the years.
But now, today, this moment, its time to look ahead. I hope for all of us its a magical, mystical, marvelous year.
"The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time." - Abraham Lincoln
