Elle Cosimano

On Risk, Beauty, and Truth

It’s New Years Eve. I’m writing. I haven’t slept. I’m bleeding and sweating for my dreams in 2011. I have a goal, and a self-imposed deadline. This blog post will be short, but I couldn’t let the New Year slip by without acknowledging what it means to me.

I will remember 2010 as the year I learned what it means to take risk. To sacrifice wealth, stability, and sometimes relationships in search of my authentic self. It was the year I stopped straightening my hair, choosing instead to embrace my unruliness rather than squashing it flat. It was the year I stopped listening to those voices outside of myself, and started heeding the one within, and found the courage to let it speak out loud.

As a children’s author, I know that Henry Miller isn’t an obvious choice for inspiration. But this sentiment resonates with me. It is my truth for the new year.

“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heart-ache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, to discover what is already there.”

— Henry Miller (1891-1980)

May 2011 be the year we all discover our own power, appreciate our own beauty, and have the courage to speak our own truths.

I wish you all a sparkling, joyous, and most of all, an authentic new year.

— Elle