Another year.

While stepping into my 27th year of walking on this earth, holding 26 years of days in my skin, I wander.

I reflect on the love and support I’ve received, and I am grateful.
I consider my achievements and failures, my work and my rest, and I am full.
I forget the things so ordinary they have settled like silt, yet become the bedrock of me.
I catch a glimpse of the monsters I’ve befriended, the demons still sullen, the stories I am sitting with, waiting on language for.

I decide on how to be reliable and unpredictable at the same time:

• to hold trust
• to receive another life with integrity and grace
• to defy easy definition
• to shed expectations like dead skin
• to prevent the labels from boxing me in
• to remain a complete universe
• to surprise and wonder those looking for the ends and the means
• to wonder at the ends and the means
• to remember to pause at the bridge and catch the evening shadow of trees
• to walk the city alone and feel it is right
• to return to the things of consequence
• to finish in order to begin again

If 2017 was anything to go by, I am woefully inadequate, yet ready for what’s next.
As always, 我會變成巨人，踏著力氣，踩著夢。