I debated about ordering a new calendar.

Searched through my online options, then debated some more.

Wondered if there would be anything to plan or look forward to or mark in ink in the year to come.

Decided on this one.

Flora and Fauna.

Things with roots and things with wings do not question or ponder the year to come.

They cling to the soil and reach for the sky regardless of the world around them.

They are hopeful and optimistic.

They trust the Earth to keep them grounded and Heaven to open wide and are hopeful that neither will swallow them whole.

All I want is a place in the middle.

A place stable enough to dream from.

So I plant my feet firmly on the shifting ground of this year, feel my heart flutter its tentative wings at the prospect of what is yet to come.

Hope for the best and press “buy now.”