There have been very few times where I have truly been grateful for a year to end. And not just because 2016 was scientifically longer by an entire second.
I’m not a huge proponent of new years resolutions (the only one I’ve ever made and kept was to floss every day). The turning of a new year is fun, but not always life changing. Somehow, this year feels like we’re all getting a chance to put down the book, pick up a clean, empty one and continue on without some of the bad writing of last year. I hope that is true for many of you.
Adam and I spent new years eve watching a re-run of the ball dropping in Time’s Square from the Los Angeles Biergarten. They didn’t even have the decency to mark it as pre-recorded, but as ‘Live.’ It’s one of those times that reminds you America runs on East Coast time.
We danced, we got Happy New Years hats, and we went home at 12:15. It was lovely.
This year, I’m not working on resolutions. I’m working on goals. I want to focus my time and my energy and have things ticked off my list. Reading through Jon Westenberg’s article, How to Invest in Yourself, is an interesting way to approach goals. I’ve started on my list of 100 things I want to accomplish in my life and I’m up to 35. It’s mostly travel related, which makes the non-travel items that I’m coming up with so much more valuable.
In 2016 I finished my first novel and I’m (pathetically) slowly starting my next one. I’m hoping by the end of 2017 I can genuinely say I have a writing career, not that I’m just a writer.
This is one of my favorite new year’s graphics, it encompasses the hopeful creativity I try to imagine taking place over the next 365 days. In 2017, I’m going to become more generous, more disciplined and a bit braver.
Happy new year, y’all.