Have you ever just thrown your hands up in frustration and let go of trying to control the result of something you really wanted—and somehow that thing miraculously showed up after all?
Possibilities are endless, kind of like infinity. That’s probably why I adore possibility so much.
You can just keep imagining and imagining what could be.
2018 is here. But I don’t hear the usual fresh start and hopeful optimism I’m used to hearing when a new year begins. Instead, people seem concerned and I hear palpable fear in their voices.
