cuddling.
(duh.)
image via.
so, hello 2011. its nice to meet you and i thank you for allowing me to join in the adventure. i tend to always wait until half way through january before desiding on goals for the new year. (it sometimes takes me that long to wrap my head around things.) this year, instead of a resolution, i've chosen a word. a word that will inspire me, guide me through some challenges, and frame the choices i'll be making.
in short, choosing a word is setting an intention. so my intention this year: purpose. i will take purposeful actions in moving my life forward. instead of floating along on this path, i will take bold steps to move ahead, seek out adventure, and be open to prosperity. i will be more mindful of the way i live my life and take time to enjoy it. i will be mindful and purposeful about the way i think and communicate with myself.
thanks for reading my intention for 2011, friends. (as new age and hokey as it may sound.) do you have any of your own?
i dont know what the image above has to do with anything, but i like it. via.
“I’m often asked the same question: What in your work comes from your own culture? As if I have a recipe and I can actually isolate the Arab ingredient, the woman ingredient, the Palestinian ingredient. People often expect tidy definitions of otherness, as if identity is something fixed and easily definable.”
what sort of diary should i like mine to be? something loose-knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful, that comes into my mind. i should like it to resemble some deep old desk or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through.
virginia woolf