I started the new year by tearing off my clothes on a frozen beach, hopping from one foot to the other in cold, silty sand. I yanked off more and more clothing till there I stood: black bikini, sandals abandoned, eyeing the smooth water of the Chesapeake Bay. Not far down the beach a number of bundled-up citizens walked their dogs and poked at shells and otherwise behaved in a normal, January manner. Not me, I was down to my skivvies.
I love you be everything about this. You've worded it so beautifully and I feel the invitation. I feel like this is a year of leaning in and rest and wonder. Hopefully we can catch a dinner or coffee and compare notes at some point. Happy New Year friend! The best is yet to come.
Thank you, Emily! I love that: leaning in to rest and wonder. We definitely need to catch up - and I'd love to hang out with your little girl now that she's grown up a bit!
I love you be everything about this. You've worded it so beautifully and I feel the invitation. I feel like this is a year of leaning in and rest and wonder. Hopefully we can catch a dinner or coffee and compare notes at some point. Happy New Year friend! The best is yet to come.
Thank you, Emily! I love that: leaning in to rest and wonder. We definitely need to catch up - and I'd love to hang out with your little girl now that she's grown up a bit!
🥹🥰❤️ Love this whole post and love you!
Love you back!
Loved this, Rachel!! You write so well.
Thank you for reading! This fits me much better than ye old self-published novels, huh? Haha