…and I don’t feel any different.
Just kidding. I feel a bit different.
It’s funny how quickly things change, how fast things happen, and how your world can change so dramatically in the span of such a short time. 2013 began with large plans, excitement, promises that this year would be the BEST year ever. 7 months in, the bottom dropped out, and here I am, bringing in another new year alone for the first time in many moons.
However, let’s not dwell on the past. 2013 was not a good year. It was hard, painful, distressing, and about a thousand other sad adjectives that no one wants to read about.
I’ve made a decision.
I’m not going to dwell on the past anymore. I’m looking ahead, focusing on the future and forgetting (or, at least not thinking) about what’s behind me. I have an entire year stretched out before me, open and available for anything I can cook up. It’s all me, now. Whatever I want to do, I can do it. 2014 will be the year of discovery, organization, adventure, and healing. It will be the year of preparation.
Resolutions? Oh yeah, lots of them. I’m getting a dog. I’m getting a new tattoo. I’m buying myself a fancy KitchenAid mixer. I’m going to Chicago or Austin (or both). I’m losing all this damn weight that has appeared over the past 3 years (literally and metaphorically). I’m finally writing something worthwhile that will enable me to (one day soon) be a real, professional writer. It’s gonna happen.
By the end of 2014, I will be different. In all the best ways.
Happy New Year, friends.