If 2018 were a book, I’d choose it from the shelf.
Empty pages would beckon.
Waiting for me to write the first line.
What adventures and new experiences will I include?
The characters will be my family, friends, strangers I meet.
I hope the happy chapters will be longer than the sad.
I wish there would not be anger or hurt.
I’ll tint the page edges with gold, a dusting of fairy magic to grant the wishes within.
I’ll hope to fill the pages with love and leave the book open to share with others.
When 2018 draws to a close and the book is written, I’ll have changed. I will have travelled many roads both old and new but I know, throughout it all, I will not travel them alone.