Today is the last day of 2017. Can you believe it? I’m thankful, but I still can’t believe it. In my head, I’m stuck somewhere around dandelion season and every time I walk outside the freezing temperatures remind me it’s winter.
I’m happy we’re saying goodbye to 2017 tonight. Nothing fancy for us. A cheese and salami plate. Some champagne. A sparkler or two.
And eating my goals.
I have a co-worker who hails from Russia and she told me that on New Year’s Eve, when the countdown begins, they write what they wish for on a small strip of paper, burn it, then dump what’s left in a glass of champagne and drink it. I told her I had so many hopes for 2018, I was going to light a bonfire. Or line up five glasses in front of myself and frantically burn all the wishes before the countdown is over. The idea of guzzling that much champagne, though, leaves me feeling just a bit queasy.
I do believe that ‘twenty eighteen’ is going to be great.
I am going to apply to three very popular, and very intense, residential writing workshops. I am going to run at least one marathon, but maybe three. Maybe. Big maybe. Like all capital letters MAYBE. But I will commit to at least one. I am going to complete a full year of Ali Edwards One Little Word course (this past year I got to July). I am going to publish another book, a short story, and some poetry. I am going to write over 75,000 words. That doesn’t even include exciting surprises that might turn up during the year.
In order to accomplish this, I need to prioritize, of course. Our home situation means writing during the week hasn’t worked out. To combat that, I’ve now dedicated the weekends as my own selfish time. It means every single weekend will revolve around me and my craft. In other words, if you need to reach me, try me during the week :).
Saturdays and Sundays are taken.
Those are the days where the magic is going to be happening.
If you’re reading this, I wish you a wonderful evening and all the best for every single day of the coming year.