Adrift in the Boston Harbor...

On New Years Eve, I took some time to quietly reflect on a few grievances I had from the year.  I wrote freely, without editing, without fear, without hesitation.  I wrote of the challenges I faced and what I learned from them....

After I had written, I ripped the paper into small shreds and let it go into the Boston Harbor.  A symbol to myself that those troubles were gone.  They were 2014's problems and did not belong to this year.  By physically releasing them, I have a tangible reminder that they are gone.

Creating S P A C E to allow for the gifts of a new year.