I feel these days as if I'm searching for serenity. I am learning that there are many things I cannot change. This is difficult for me to accept; I get riled up and unhappy, obsessing over how things might be different if only I had the power to change them.

There are moments now and again where I feel a respite from the searching, wanting, wishing, and hoping, where I am content to let things be as they are. The agitation and disquietment briefly abate and I am tranquil for a time. Moving into the new year, I hope that I might grow and mature such that these moments become less the exception and more the rule.