Out with the Old

For the rough and wild ride that 2018 has been, in terms of meeting goals and making progress, I'm going to use a rare sports analogy here and say I feel like I knocked it out of the park. I'm not generally one who does new year resolutions, but last year I gave it shot. Instead of a list of chores to get through, I gave myself a theme; 2018 was my Year of Self Care.

I've been ill for a while, but in the last ten years I've been getting progressively worse. As opposed to just suffering through the symptoms, I decided to actively devote much of my efforts this year to heal. That meant a solid year (and still going) of physical therapy, traditional therapy, tracking water intake, and trying to sort out my complicated feelings regarding my writing. I also wanted to get something sold/published. Lord knows, its been a while.

So for 2019, I wanted to repeat the magic. It took me a while to decide what I wanted. It's not as catchy sounding, but 2019 is going to be My Year of Doing More of What I Love. So I'm going to continue my physical therapy (likely until I die), treat myself nicer, and focus more on what'll make me happy. That includes establishing and maintaining a writing schedule that doesn't stress me out or guilt me and making more stories that make me happy. I've a couple ideas rattling around already.

Despite the epic shitstorm that the next few years look to be, at least this way there will be a balancing counterpoint. That's the goal anyway.