How it is I know not; what I am I know not; I am not even sure that I am.
Samuel Beckett
Your Year of Following the Pull. This is the year you stop explaining why you want what you want, and the wanting itself becomes the compass. What draws your full attention turns out to be precisely what this year needs from you. A small move in June, taken mostly because it felt interesting, opens into something you couldn't have planned. By late autumn, a project you entered through delight has grown into the work people ask you about by name. The pleasure you take in something is your sharpest instrument, the one that finds the seam no careful strategy would have located. Someone close sees the lightness you bring to hard things and says so plainly. The door was always there. You opened it by going toward what genuinely lit you up.