Happy New Year! Sort of…
I know. I know. It’s been awhile. Yup, it’s been awhile.
I genuinely did plan to start this year out right and get back to posting every Monday and Friday… buuuuuuut that was before crap hit the proverbial fan.
In the past eight years, I’ve moved six times. And of all those times, the past month has been the most difficult moving experience of my entire life. (Oh, by the way, we’re moving. You know, to Alaska.)
Despite all the practically comedic complications we bumped into (if we ever share a cup of coffee, remind me to tell you all about our adult-level Tetris and the “paint” fiasco), I’m fairly certain that the hardest part was letting go.
This was, after all, our first apartment together. It held so many memories… between a SWAT team greeting us our first night to marathoning Harry Potter on our inflatable couch while chomping down on Wendy’s.
But more than that, it was so evident that this was the end of a chapter.
And see, this is why I hate getting into unfinished series. The first book doesn’t even have to end in a cliffhanger… you just can’t help wanting to know what will happen next. You want to know MORE. And then comes that long stretch of time where you have to wait. Waiting. And wondering. And waiting some more.
The Author might have penned the sequels. He might even give you a few sneak peaks. An excerpt here and there.
But for the most part, you’re just sitting around, surrounded by a thousand questions. A thousand little unknowns.
And that’s what it’s like for me right now.
I have no idea what’s going to happen next. The future might be bright, but it’s a little too bright because I can’t see past today. Man, I don’t even know half of what’s going on today. I think we’re going out to eat. But again… can’t be too sure.
So, the point:
I don’t know jack.
He seems like a nice guy though. (Sorry. That was totally a dad joke.)
But I don’t want something like not knowing stuff, to get in the way of doing stuff. I might not be consistent. And I make no promises…
But for right now, I’m back. Prayerfully, every Monday and Friday.
Also, I was looking back and discovered my goals for last year. It’s always interesting to see where your head-space was 365 days ago. The things that I wanted to accomplish were…
- Make readable content.
- Eat less honey buns.
- Launch a YouTube channel.
- And be less of a dork.
How’d I do?
Weeeeeell, I can’t say for sure whether my content is readable. (That’s kinda on you) And I’m never going to be less of a dork…. that’s just unrealistic. While I did eat less honeybuns, I might have traded them for cinnamon rolls. But still, less honeybuns.
And I definitely started a YouTube channel. (Is it successful?…. details, details.)
So, in true fashion, considering this is my first post of the new year… I’d like to end this with a list of goals for 2018. (You can check out last year’s post Forget Resolutions by clicking right here!)
- Be more consistent with postings (YEAH RIGHT!!!)
- Enter at least two writing contests
- Finish a book
- MYSTERY GOAL!
Yeah, I’d like to keep that last one to myself for right now. I’ll let you know all about it….. NEXT YEAR! (If I’ve gotta wait, then SO. DO. YOU. MUHAHAHAHAHA.)
Thank you all so much for reading. Here’s to a happy, healthy, and more fictional year!
PS: I’d just like to dedicate this post to my superhero of a husband. I know a lot of wives might think of their husbands as superheros, but I genuinely believe mine is. I mean, within this past move, he’s accomplished things that defy all sense of logic. HOW DID YOU MOVE THAT COUCH, J?! HOW DID YOU LIFT ALL OF THAT STUFF SO FAST?! DO YOU HAVE SUPER STRENGTH?! SPEED???!!!! ….did you do drugs? I JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND!!!!!!
Whatever the case, I love you. Thank you for all of the sacrifices you’ve made for us. You are truly my hero, and the whole world needs to know how fantastic you are…. FLASH!