January 18

For all that feels unchanged, may you notice what still feels new, like a blank canvas, where you can start afresh. Every new idea, act of kindness, and joyous moment is a dab of paint on this canvas, reminding you that there's more to see.

Seeing life as a canvas, not a blank page, is unique because it lacks the pressure to form a cohesive narrative immediately. Perhaps, it is okay to think of life like painting in layers, and it's never too late to add new approaches, one brushstroke at a time. May every small observation is another dab of paint, a step in growing wiser.