The end of the year. It makes sense to pause and reflect, to look back before moving forward.
This year I decided to have a little blog celebration about how 2014 changed me, with a look back at a post from each month that I thought was prevalent in my life.
When I first started this blog, like so many of you out there, I had no idea what I was going to write about. All I knew was that I needed to write about what moved me.
Somehow this blog became a very personal look into my life. Something I never expected to happen.
We all have different opinions about privacy, especially in this age of technology that we live in. Many bloggers are anonymous, with an alias and a pretty tree or wild animal as their profile pic.
Initially I considered the covert route.
But, I thought…put yourself out there. Show your face, the power of your words, be absolutely real, and connect with people.
Celebrate your mistakes, laugh about how truly bad you are at math, and admit that most of the time you feel like you’re simply lost.
Just like everybody else.
Along the way I met some incredible people who I have learned from, who have been there for me like family. I feel privileged to know so many of you, to share pieces of our lives with each other.
I want to thank you all for your support. You keep me writing.
It’s not about limitations. It’s also not about going for something and failing. Creativity is a beautiful gift, one which should be handled with great care. That’s what it’s about.
This time I thought…show her how much you love her, do everything you possibly can to give her strength. That was all I could do. So I gave it my all.
But, I am me
Weathered, chipped, and a little faded
The idea that life is a journey and not a destination has been spouted off by many people, from Henry David Thoreau to Aerosmith. When they thought up that brilliance, I bet they were hauling all of their shit across the country with pets.
Usually everyone tunes out on the streetcar, listening to music, fiddling with their smartphones, or sitting with their arms crossed and staring out the window. That night everyone tuned in.
No matter what happens—an accident, a disaster, a crash—we are there for one another. The beauty of the human heart will always come through.
I hope this book will honor the female players in the smallest way that I am capable of. For they were brave women who forever deserve to be recognized and celebrated.
Robin…thank you for your amusement, your intelligence, your cool.
Lauren…thank you for your loveliness, your emotion, your grace.
Bellur Krishnamachar Sundararaja (B.K.S.)…thank you for your influence, your spirit, your love.
That hair’s been attached to us for years—through good times and bad, through boredom, through adventure, through love, and through sadness.
I was coming to the end of my quest. I was beaming with pride, eager to see the elusive totem pole I had chased for two months. Then, I did something so typically Britt…I botched it.
A loving thank you to the 11 wonderful people who contributed their beautiful words to the series this past year.
I took myself to a place we adults don’t like to visit. Vulnerable territory, where our only duties are to be naked, quiet, and still.
***HAPPY NEW YEAR, wonderful friends! Let’s bring nothing but awesomeness into 2015.***