I’ve had these words pinned beside my desk since last spring when
I came upon them. I tried to live by them in 2021. But 2021 wasn’t
It followed 2020 which was somewhat worse. But 2019 was really hard for me with the death of my mother, so I’ve decided that 2022 needs to begin with positivity. With little moments of good madness to offset the royally off-the-charts madness swirling about all over the planet.
“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art—write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”
What I do know is that despite the hardships of the past three years, there is much good to be done, and I plan to take responsibility in doing as much of that work as I can. If I can steep it in a cloak of creativity, all the better. If books, kisses and art are part of the equation then there will be happiness too.
Wishing you a whole lot of good madness this year. Don’t forget to make some art.