Yesterday on the last day of Summer, we sat in short sleeves and sunshine beside the water at the Barbican, discussing possibility. What will the next 365 days hold? What will we create of our lives? I feel like a part of me is still sitting there with Sus dreaming and chatting and feeling that bubble of excitement I get from knowing I am EXACTLY where I should be, right at this moment. A year ago today it was the first day of Spring in Welly. I remember feeling that things were about to change; that nagging sense that things needed to be shaken up a little, and the excitement that comes with the ground shifting.

I had that feeling again yesterday, sitting amongst the mad concrete creation that is as old as me. I am on the brink of something bigger than me, of finding my true calling. I am feeling very brave these days, dreaming big and crazy, letting my mind play with ideas and goals and futures. And also feeling very grateful for my current contract which I thought would be too big and scary and omg can I really do this? And three months in, I am very much in my comfort zone. But the opportunities and possibilities this experience will bring are pretty awesome.

My word for this year is adventure. Next year’s word is purpose. I can’t wait.

Image credit: Gaping Void

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