It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity.
Charles Dickens
Your Year of the First Move. The gift you carry into this year is the nerve to begin before the map is drawn, and the world around you is ready for exactly that kind of nerve. A project in May asks for someone willing to go first, and you go, and the whole thing opens from there. By late summer, the steadiness that lives underneath your momentum becomes visible to the people who have quietly counted on it all along. One of them says something. You let it land. The year rewards each early start with a door that would have stayed closed to anyone who waited for permission. Begin the half-formed thing. The conditions are never finished, and your best work has always known that.