Flying on the first Wednesday of the year

It is officially 2019. It was official yesterday. Last year seemed to go by so fast and yet there were times when I felt like it was crawling. And now it is done. Done and gone. We are now in a new year. A new beginning. A time for new stuff. This year I am going try to be more present, more fearless, more vocal, more daring, and more of whatever shows up. Except for drama, negativity, fear, and other things I would just rather not face. 

This year I want to delve deeper into what makes me happy, fulfilled, and allow those things to allow me to continue sharing wisdom and amplifying my voice. For me this is the year of the iceberg. Yes, that is right, the year of the iceberg. I had never seen one in real life until I went on a cruise to Alaska. Then I became enchanted by them. Little chunks or not so little chunks of ice floating in the ocean. 

I learned that 90% of the iceberg is below the water. We can only see 10%. That is a perfect symbol for life. We just can't see it all and most of it is hidden. This year I want to taste more than my normal 10% of life. I want to learn more, do more, see more, and ultimately be more. 

I do not exactly have a plan on how to accomplish all of that yet, but I will begin with reading more. I have a few new books on my Kindle that I need to read. I am also actually going to teach a yoga class at a local studio in February. My stomach is fluttering at the thought. I have been putting that off because I do not feel 'ready'. It is now time to get ready. Procrastination and I need to part ways. 

If a writer knows enough about what he is writing about, he may omit things that he knows. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one ninth of it being above water. 

Ernest Hemingway