I turned 52 today. It feels good to be 52. I used to think 52 was old. Now I think it’s young—because that’s how I feel. Young.
I want to run through fields of daisies. I want to climb more mountains and be amazed when I reach the top. I want to kayak through the San Juan Islands in my sporty yellow Eddyline, paddling effortlessly while whales shoot water from their spouts, so close I can almost touch them. I want to reach out to more people with empowering and encouraging words. The world has so much angst; could I possibly be a bright light? I want to love more (my heart is big). Laugh more (Is that possible?). And I want to actually prepare a recipe from the pages of Bon Appetite.
It’s going to be a busy year.