It’s a new year.
A fresh start.
A brand-new beginning.
Thank goodness, right?
Last year was…an emotional challenge.
Now I know, just like everyone knows, that a year is only a word to represent the turning of the planet around the sun. The things that happen during those particular amount of minutes, hours, days, etc, are arbitrary and really have no connection to it having been that year. 2019 is merely a marker for reference, not the responsible party.
A year is an assessment for reckoning movement of time. It’s not liable for transgressions. A year is simply a measurement of revolution.
A measurement of revolution.
I like that.
Rebellion, reformation, rising.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my goals for the upcoming year.
I want to focus on writing. Expand my repertoire to include humorous essays and non-fiction while returning to short stories and reviews, AND, of course, completing novels.
And I want to share it with you.
I’ve missed out on a lot of opportunities in the past because of my dislike of public speaking. I hope to expand my boundaries to include things that make me a little uncomfortable.
I’ve been doing this long enough to trust in my experiences and education. I’m confident in my abilities and eager to share what I’ve gained through my accomplishments, and failures. I’m always open to the wisdom of others and I truly believe that every interaction is a learning experience.
Baby steps, of course. I mean, public speaking, ugh.
It’s a new year!
A fresh start!
A brand-new beginning!
2020. Welcome to the revolution.
In the words of my Gram Fran–
“We’re off like a terd of hurtles!”