So it’s the start of a new calendar year, my forty-seventh. I begin the year as I have the last few, hoping for the best. The year that just ended was one of my worst, and I won’t go into the reasons why because it sounds pathetic even to my own ears. But I am optimistic.
I don’t know how many days I will be able to go before I start to feel defeated by the year. I’m pleasantly surprised that I’ve made it to mid-afternoon of New Year’s Day and still feel good. One of my goals for this year is to recognize when I am starting to slide and figure out ways to reverse or at least halt the slide.
I have some modest goals for this blog this year. I intend to publish a lot more stuff. I find myself writing things and then not being satisfied with them and shelving them but I now realize that’s pointless. I also realize that I can publish something and then revise it when I have a new idea or more information and. I have limited myself here and it’s because of fear. I want to be less afraid this year.
I have some resolutions that I don’t want to share for now but I am optimistic that I will make progress on them. I very much hope that I feel better about things a year from now. I really can’t take another year like the one that just passed.
Happy New Year to you all and thanks for reading.