In the moments before time starts moving backward

Here I am.
Here I stand, I can do no other.
I am enough, just as I am.
All anyone wants from me is that I am.
Just be.

This is not enough.
Here I am in Seattle. There were a plethora of reasons to move here, from the emotional--seeing Puget Sound for the first time in months nearly made me cry--to the practical--this city actually functions on a day-to-day basis--but for the most part the reasons can be summed up by this: It is time to put down roots.
I didn't think this would happen. I'm a traveler, a vagabond, a sojourner filled with wanderlust. I didn't need home, history, connections, family. But pull me away from all that and it becomes apparent...yes, these things are exactly what I need.

But there's still that piece of me that says I need more. I am not content to simply be, to go from a paper-pushing job to dinner to watching tv to bed. Does life wear us out? Of course it does, but my restless self will not settle for this life. I may want roots, but only so the rest of me can grow.

It's been a snowfilled week, and it's given me lots of time to think. I'm thinking about 2009, about newness, about history, about where I am going from here. I'm not one for resolutions. I don't think I could be like Lauren and try something new every day. But I think I'm ready to set out some goals. I want to go into 2009 with some thoughts about how I'd like it to pan out. It's time to start shaping this life I'm so intent upon creating.