2017 was a year of growth, change and a bit of loss for me.
I found new friends, new interests, experienced the joy of getting paid for my writing thanks to this site, and also suffered what seems like far to many injuries, and lost a very dear friend.(She’s still alive, but I’ve come to doubt we’ll ever talk again)
2017 is also the year I went back to school, which is when my self-concept really started changing.
See, I can’t quite keep thinking I’m stupid when I got a 90 average. I can’t think I’m some kind of social outcast when I’m around people, either in person, or online, almost every night.
I’m eccentric. That will never change. But I’ve stopped being quite so embarrassed by it. I’m not as apologetic for loving what I love.
A new year, but I think I’ll keep the same mantras.
No more excuses and Finished not perfect.
My most important resolution for 2018 is that I’m not going to accept the excuse I don’t feel like, for not being creative. I don’t feel like going to work most days, and still do, but somehow not feeling like it keeps me from doing the things I really love. That’s some shit that’s gotta stop.
Finished not perfect. Everyday is new, yesterday wasn’t perfect, last year wasn’t perfect. Nothing will ever be perfect, because perfection is a moving target that’s often amorphous.
Accepting each day, each story, each drawing, as what it is, and learning, rather, than angsting over what I could have done better, is far healthier.