I’ll be honest – I’ve never made a New Year’s resolution that I’ve kept. I believe that we should always strive to be more kind, more honest, more engaged, more fulfilled, and just happy, but for me, setting goals because the calendar’s turning over feels a little, well, artificial.
It’s 2017 – twelve days in – and I’m sitting in my same chair, writing on my same laptop, using my same brain, in my new (old) house.
I know that this house will become a project not just for 2017 but for life. And I mean that in a couple of ways. Graham and I will spend this year (and the years to come) making this charming old farmhouse everything it was ever meant to be.
And that is my hope, not resolution, for now and for always, for all of us in 2017 and beyond. That we appreciate ourselves for who we are. That we set the path for who we will become without fear or doubt.
That we embrace our flaws and build beautiful things with them and make our lives everything we want them to be.
I wasn’t perfect in 2016, and I expect I’ll be the same ridiculous person in 2017. And I’m pretty okay with that.
But as I look ahead, with my same eyes, I am excited and a little scared, and hopeful, always hopeful, that I will keep working and writing, that I will keep singing and dancing and having fun, that I will learn and try and fail and succeed, and that I will do my part to make this world everything I believe it can be.