Happy New Year guys!
This post is going to be pretty short and sweet because I’m on a serious writing kick and I want to catch the wave of creativity before it passes. But I hope you guys had an awesome holiday and no one was arrested. Yes, I’m looking right at you.
2013 is finally here and I have to say that I’m pretty excited about what’s to come. Why? Because I have NO idea what’s to come. People make all these plans and resolutions on what they expect to accomplish for the New Year. I’ve done it myself. But this year, I made the resolution to not make any resolutions. Expect nothing and everything. Take it day by day and do it 100%. If I choose to write, then I’ll write. If I decide to grow my hair out or go all natural—props. If I work out and drop 30lbs, then hot damn! Good times. But I’m not going to beat myself up over not reaching a certain goal.
Since the tradition began, New Year’s has always been “life’s reset button”. The problem is that clean, fresh start comes with last year’s old, rotten fears: the sense of being overwhelmed, the fear of actually doing real work and, like, trying. Or it’s the fear of failure, or even worse the fear of success. If nothing else, last year taught me that life is short. I have a new contemporary novel that I’m halfway done writing and there’s no real guarantee that I will ever complete it. It would be nice, but it’s not promised. I’m going into this year stress-free, sucker-free, with a heavy reduction in BS.
I hate time tables. Even though I work more effectively under a deadline, I despised them all the same. It might be because I’ve been running on one all my life. Women have it worse than men with this ticking clock telling them to get married and have kids. There’s that belief that when you reach a certain age that you have to be something, you should have developed a certain level of maturity and attained a certain level of success. I would LOVE to know who told us that so I could kick them in a throat!
I’m not saying you have to be a slob or a social recluse—that was me last year—but don’t bust a blood vessel with lofty goals that may take years to accomplish instead of 12 lousy months. Pace yourself and enjoy the journey.
So I’m going into this year with good cheer, plenty of hope, and little to NO expectation. Just live life to my fullest and do my absolute best for that day and that day ONLY.
Who’s with me?!