Moving

Newness.
An overabundance of contentment that pervades my thoughts and nerves and very skin.
Not happy, exactly, just... Good. Okay. Possible.

New home new furniture new ideas new life new money new me yes please every moment.

I want to trap this. This level of subtle excitement. Thrilled but practical. Realistic but expectant. Terrified. But hopeful.
New.
Potential, I said.
This year had potential.
I think this is the start.
New.

Though the first thing I'll truly need to change
Is myself.

Wake up.
Run.
Work.
Clean.
Love more and
Laugh more and
Do more.

Be.
more.

I can be that potential, too.
Right?