It ain't no sin to be tired.
John Steinbeck
Your Year of Running Toward. This is the year you know the difference, feel it in the body before the mind catches up, and move accordingly. A subject you have been circling for months finally earns your slow attention, and the learning that follows is deliberate and good in the way only unhurried learning ever is. You take your time with it. By spring, what felt like patience turns out to have been momentum all along. A friendship deepens because you keep showing up, quietly and without ceremony, and sometime in autumn that person names what your presence has meant. You were already running toward this year before you realized it. The direction you choose now carries you farther than speed ever could.