birds got to fly

The other day, I had six thousand things to do before 4 PM and I wondered to myself, aloud: What comes first? It made me stop for a minute and really look at that statement. In fact, I pondered, what really does come first? After all?

The year is ending and a new year is beginning and I'm adjusting the order on the priority chain, once again. The problems that once got to stand up and shuffle to the front of the class are now long gone and faded, only here in memory. And the new problems? Well, even they feel different, not quite as imminent and crucial as those old nags used to be. Our universe has become a stable fortress of fun and festivity and while we have our little snippets of sensationalism and drama, from time to time, we've really hit a stride that is both well-earned and deserved. But what's next? What to take with me into this new year? And what do I leave behind? Do I bring with me my eggs, by the dozen? Or do I grab three grown chickens and strike out into the brand new unknown?

I look at the evolution of our space over this past year, look at our choices and I can see a few patterns in the sky that look like direction, a sign, a light, a guide. We took our doe-eyed selves out onto the ice and slipped a bit. We lost a few things we loved along the way and we wished it were more obvious, easy or different, getting up all by ourselves. Just when we thought we'd learned to rise and stand, the sun came out, melted the ice and suddenly? It was sink or swim. Of course we found our fins, we found the ocean floor and came back up to meet the light. We're evolving ever further now: Tomorrow, we might be cro-magnon, destined for another upright life.

The friends we made and the ones we lost were all apart of our becoming something we believe in and something that we finally know. Once confused about ourselves, our direction and who we thought we hoped we'd be, we only know we may have been an egg and we're definitely not chicken. But we're so much more...

Instead of trying to figure out exactly what to do, as this year comes to it's eager end, I think I'll just finish by reminding us of who we are. I think I'll let you in on a few of our secrets, just so you know you won't have to worry. What you see, now? Is exactly what you get. Who are we?

We are aloft Chesapeake:

Resilient

Bright

Alive

Sassy

Bold

Vivacious

Sophisticated

Fresh

Transformative

Innovative

Light

Savvy

Deep

Authentic

Real

Right

Spacious

Gorgeous

Glamorous

Good

Glorious

Grand

Small

Silly

Quirky

Quaint

Charming

Sensitive

Kind

Artistic

Musical

Dynamic

Driven

Loving

Dy.No.Mite!

If you have more you'd like to add, go on and add it in the comments section. We hope to take praise, love and the liveliest life with us into our new year. We figure we'll need it. Next? We suspect it's time to learn to fly.

Happy Holidays and Happy New Year, Sweet Darlings,

Your Very Own Queen of the Vibe