Prompt: new chapters

Today is the ides of December and for me, in six days, the beginning of a new year will have arrived. New year, new light, new chapters, new ideas, new beginnings, new life. This past year has been a time of rumination, chewing over my old ideas, wondering if they've served me well and if they haven't, it's out with the old, but not necessarily in with the new. And there's been quite a bit of out with the old: old clothes, old ideas, old odds and ends. I'm not ready yet for new chapters, I'm still editing the old ones. I'm so surprised to find my self doing this kind of editing at all, but it's strangely freeing to let things go I've never before even questioned. For example, it never occurred to me that I would not want to make art. I must have just assumed it was part of my DNA. How strange to find it isn't. Last year, this would have made me sad, but this year, it feels so liberating. So much less baggage to carry with me. Literally. Instead of seeing everything as something to be captured on paper, on canvas, in clay, the world is now more of a place for gallivanting, not for pinning something down for later reference.