I passed this tree on my walk today, and the first thing I noticed was its symmetry–it’s the ace of spades from all directions, presumably because it stands alone and does not compete with any other trees for England’s precious sunlight. Almost simultaneously I noticed that it’s dressed for winter in a sweater of deep green ivy. The entire trunk and all the major branches are snugly enveloped in a solid sheath of leafy vines. When I looked again, the tree looked less like the highest card in the deck and more like a young boy with his arms raised, his mother having just drug a chunky wool turtleneck sweater over his head, leaving behind a wild halo of fine, static-charged hair reaching out in every direction.
I want to be a writer, yet Henry David Thoreau's cautionary words echo in my brain: "How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live." Knowing I have promised to blog daily for the coming year, I am committed to living the next 365 days to the fullest by seizing new opportunities, making old routines less mundane, and immersing myself in the details of ordinary situations. Building these habits will be key to convincing myself that I can legitimately sit down to write a future bestseller!
The Year in Review
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