2016

Let this be the year I unfollow everyone I don’t like on Facebook but still have to be friends with, including people who make me feel jealous or angry.

Let this be the year I write something every day.

Let this be the year I use a desk at home to write.

Let this be the year I unpack, fully, for the first time in seven years.

Let this be the year I get rid of the books I won’t ever read or haven’t read again.

Let this be the year I go back to the bookstore without having a panic attack.

Let this be the year I sort my iTunes library or figure out how to make playlists on Spotify and have music I love in my home again.

Let this be the year I am unafraid of walking my dog in the winter when it’s dark.

Let this be the year I cook well and from scratch and make cake and cookies and experimental dinner again.

Let this be the year I feel good about the presents I get the people I love.

Let this be the year I find intellectual conversation again.

Let this be the year I make my work environment a cozy comfortable place that is truly personal to me because I trust I will be there longer than a few months.

Let this be the year I seek out stimulating art and movies and fiction.

Let this be the year I remember how to speak French, and finish learning Spanish, and dive back into Chinese.

Let this be the year I cease to be afraid to travel alone, abroad, like I did when I was young.

Let this be the year I clean out my closet.

Let this be the year I build something.

Let this be the year I stop buying cheap shoes or cheap clothes entirely.

Let this be the year I use my slow cooker more.

Let this be the year I live with my bunnies again.

Let this be the year I garden.

Let this be the year I walk or bike to work more than I drive.

Let this be the year I use my gym membership.

Let this be the year I learn how to fall in love again, rather than remembering how to convince myself things are desirable or okay when they’re not.

Let this be the year I agree to be friends with people that I actually want to be friends with.

Let this be the year I stop pretending I want something normal just because it sounds safe.

Let this be the year I am compassionate to others without losing myself.

Let this be the year I sell my car and be at peace with my ride.

Let this be the year I buy new art, and have my old art framed, and hang it up and enjoy it.

Let this be the year I drink only the best alcohol and only for good reasons.

Let this be the year I read the newspaper with breakfast and coffee.

Let this be the year I dine outside all summer.

Let this be the year I am proud of my home that I own.

Let this be the year I visit old friends without feeling afraid or ashamed of my past. We were all 25 once.

Let this be the year I don’t send any mean drunk texts.

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