Welcome to the year of 2018 my loves.
As much as I believe that this year is going to be a fantastic one, and as much as I am setting beautiful intentions and working on manifesting lovely things, I cannot foresee what will happen.
After binge watching Vikings this holiday I'll say this:
My life is in the fate of the gods.
No particular gods, but the belief that there are beautiful powers and plans somewhere in all the galaxies.
The truth is, I cannot know that what this year will hold and what life will offer me. I cannot know that I'll live to the end of it, or that I won't become ill, or that I won't lose someone I love.
These things happen every day to people, how can I know it will not happen to me?
Which is why the only intention I have for this year is to be present for all of it.
The amazing, the good, the mundane, the bad, the horrible.
I am willing to accept my fate.
And take it from there.