For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
— T. S. Eliot, from “Four Quartets”

The thing about being in education is that the new year comes as a kind of mid-term interruption. Making a resolution now seems a little arbitrary, given that a third of the academic year has already passed, and most goals related to productivity, efficiency, and output always seem to revolve around work.

This year, though, I do resolve to spend more time writing – poems, academic essays, articles, to-do lists, birthday cards. And with that will hopefully come more time spent getting to know myself and the way I think — and what I think.

No more “could haves” or “should haves”. No more investments in nice Moleskines that end up falling into disuse after about two weeks. 2018 will be the year of figuring things out – and keeping the scratch work.

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