This year is ending as others before it: Once again, I’m reading over pass pages of a new book, hoping I’ve gotten it right and fearing that I haven’t. Once again, I’m enjoying spending time with kids who, thank God, still enjoy spending time with me. Once again, I plan to ring in the New Year on a quiet night with the best of friends (along with some really good wine).

But the year to come is a year for more. And why not? I want to play more music. Take more pictures. Run more trails. I want to listen more. Read more. Talk more. Sleep more. Be more generous. Tell more of the hardest stories with the most empathy.

More is good, I think, not when it’s about taking or using, but when it’s about being. When it’s about kindness. And curiosity. And acceptance.

So be more.

And more.

And more again.

See you in 2015.

-sk