Artherese

Three hundred sixty six days have passed and I would like to believe that I have been courageous. I am.

The days are filled with words, surprise, laughter, and joy. The busy and the duties marry with the hopes and the possibilities. The quest for existing beyond the mundane – finding beauty in it. Being the beauty in it.

The power of choosing right, and the act of choosing when it’s easier to be on autopilot. But also, simply being and living – still grateful, still kind.

I actually have been thinking about my resolution and one of the top contenders will be, to be less kind. Initially. In truth kindness has been my one proud protest in this world, and I’ll always continue to – perhaps in different forms and shapes this time, but not any less. Never.

For this world with its rough patches and edges can sometimes demand another type, another kind of kind. The kind that embraces her power, chooses not just her battles but also goes into one and knows when to put up a fight. But also, inside, still full of peace, of delight. The kind that doesn’t depend on being liked, but standing up for what right, what feels right, and where she feels most alive.

This year, I’ve been courageous, I’ve been kind. Gone on adventures – through planes, words, music and my mind. And yes, there have been a few tears and wish for rewinds. Still – for every longing, closer to finding one’s calling.

My new year’s resolution then, is to answer.

(c) Artherese, 2025