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。

Posted by:jasmine

Jasmine is an editor, poet, and community arts organizer. She comes to poetry by way of Chinese music. This blog is a mapping of ways.

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