I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again.
Sylvia Plath
Your Year of the Long Commitment. This is the year the thing you have stayed with longer than anyone else thought warranted finally shows you what it has been building toward all along. A project you have tended quietly, through seasons when no one was watching, begins to show its shape in early spring, and the shape is better than you planned. By midsummer, someone new arrives who sees exactly what you have been doing and wants to be part of it, which changes the pace without changing the direction. One afternoon in autumn you will sit with what you have made and feel it fully, the satisfaction of a person who never borrowed against the future to afford the present. The year ahead belongs to the builder who stayed. Keep your hands on it.