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 again.
See you in 2015.