After January 7th, the day I graduate with an MFA in Creative Writing, I will put my previous writing goals aside for one year in the pursuit of fun. I will remind myself of what I wanted to write before I had a plan. I will re-inhabit my senses. I will move out of my head and into my hands, my feet, my breath. I need the natural world. I will not waste time justifying my need to be outside. I will just go. At the end of the day, I am solely responsible for the wellness of me, and I know in my heart that if I don’t open again to the world around me, I will wither. Every time I’m tempted to say Yes, I will evaluate the impact of Yes, and I will choose No more often (even if it means eating less chocolate). When I’m not over-committing myself, I’m more present to the beauties in life. When I wish for more time to write, I will remember that fully inhabiting my life inspires the richest prose. This year, I will let go of my “writing life” so that I can find, again, that life that demands I write.