2011 was pretty fine, and I have high hopes for 2012. I generally don’t participate in resolution-making, and I certainly won’t use this space to speculate on how swell it would be to meet a cute boy, or drop a pants size, or whatever. I do that enough with my lady friends. That being said, I realized today (or have been realizing for a while) that I need to stop focusing on the things I don’t have yet and start spending time on the things that make me come alive.
Thus, in this the year of our Lord two thousand and twelve, I will (can, should, must):
1. Join a book or poetry club. Reading and discussing, perhaps even writing and being critiqued.
2. Write 40,000 words of something–anything. Start a novel, just to feel the process of it.