Remember you are dust and to dust you will returnA Father for Ash Wednesday
2013 was uncertainty and anticipation of something better. I didn’t know (and still don’t know) a lot of things and I haven’t figured out the “something better” that I was waiting for. It is ok, because the doubts didn’t stop me from visiting my family in Paris, applying to and getting a new job, teaching third and fourth graders in Sunday school. I guess I should be grateful for whatever good did come from 2013 but I’m not. I feel like I could’ve seized so much more from 2013. That’s what sucks about looking back at the year; you regret not taking more from life.
This new year may not turn out much more different, but I want more than what I got out of 2013. So you better bring it, 2014. Cause I’m going to ask and do more. Refine my art. Keep my nose in the news. Read more books. Be kind. Love better. Try and fail. Try again.
2014, I’m looking you in the face and I’m ready for you.