It's January 1, 2023 and my first thought upon waking was... "My book will be published in 2023. This year!!!"
For the remainder of the day, I accomplished nothing. Well, not nothing. Nothing of global importance. There was breakfast with family, a quiet drive home, putting away clothes and feeding animals that had missed our presence over night. A reassuring pat on the dog's head, a hurried sort of whites and colors for tomorrow's first load of laundry, a muddied bucket of mop water where the cats had spilled a planter box and always, loitering in the background of my mind, a persistent question, "how can I make 2023 better than 2022?"
The single truth that's been steady throughout my life was that I was born a member of the horse nation. No, not in body but certainly in spirit. Horses have always brought peace to my soul, whether alive and breathing softly on my hand or gracing a colorful piece of paper or a sweeping curve of steel. Being in a horse's presence lowers my blood pressure, slows my breathing and calms the racing thoughts of my mind.
But, for today, my accomplishment has been to ponder the past and the present. To clean a little of yesterday's mess and run my fingers through the mane of my favorite mare, pulling the tangles gently apart and smoothing her muddy coat with a stiff brush.
That's enough for this year's beginning.