looking forward to nostalgia

Having been surrounded this year by family and good friends, old and new, I feel brave enough and ready to face both the old year and the new. With their big horrors, small joys, exquisite wonder, scary unknown, much happiness, tiny pains, tumultuous upheaval, repititious constancy. Some fears have been conquered, some have been looked square in the eye and saved for another, better time. Some joys have soared through my soul, some have tapped me on the shoulder and beckoned me to follow and work for them. I have broken through the fog. I can feel that bright, exciting, terrifying infinity. I will fall. I will stand. And I will go. Face and eyes outward and upward. I can embrace the past again--as I always had done before--and grab the future by the hand as it moves me along my journey, clinging to both as one should. Bringing them both, not fearing (unnecessarily), not wavering, rebuilt and whole.