A better story

‘We will open the book. It’s pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and it’s first chapter is New Year’s Day.’ ~Edith Lovejoy Pierce

The year is so very new, and I am wondering how it will unfold. I try not to let the white blankness of it scare me, but it does. I like to be right smack in the middle, with dog eared pages and a cracked and bent spine. 
I don’t know what story this book will tell. I wonder about the words I’ll scratch, and whether Opportunity will show up as the pages begin to fill. I hope I recognize her when she does. I hope a lot of things for this year, but I especially hope that I have the sense to occasionally get out of the way and let the story take me wherever it wants to go. 
This year I want to live a better story. One whose pages are crinkled and smudged. One that’s filled with laughter and love and a drama or two. A story whose well worn cover says Opportunity, and whose last page says ‘To be continued…’.
Welcome to the first chapter.