Nope. Me neither.
I won’t make up any New Year’s resolutions.
I don’t want to boil down my future to a checklist. I want to spend this year and the next and every indeterminable length of time after those to continue to move forward, to always feel better and happier and stronger, to accomplish things I didn’t know I wanted to do. I will be better for the good things that happen without my expecting them; much less my planning for them. I will be better for the curve balls and the epiphanies and every single thrilling discovery I make.
After all, falling in love was a curve ball.
Essay writing was an epiphany.
Happiness is a resolution which can neither be written down nor ever checked off.
I wouldn’t want it to be.
But for my immediate future? Yes, I have some thoughts. Some guidelines.
I want to stop being ashamed of putting the highest emphasis on connections with people I love. I want to start being better at allowing those connections to exist; to reach out to the friends who were kind to me, who I miss, to stop ruling myself an outsider and cordoning myself off.
I have a feeling that 2017 will be a year that needs a lot of postage.
I have a feeling you’ll be hearing from me soon. /