See you in hell 2020, I'm going to take a cue from the staggeringly hard-won results in Georgia and start this year INSPIRED. Inspired to be a better person, every day. To write. To move. To have the hard conversations that scare me. To volunteer my time, energy and resources to help end systemic racism via ending systemic poverty, voter suppression, police brutality and carceral violence. To make up for lost time in restaurants and bars and clubs and airplanes and highways and in the faces of my loved ones as soon as it's safe. To put clothing on my body that isn't strictly activewear.
Look, time is arbitrary. I know that. The change of a calendar year is meaningless in a lot of ways but it's not entirely without meaning. We have a chance, because the year changed, to make real change in this country. To further the fight for what is right and just for all, to distance ourselves from corruption and to make strides to heal the Earth and its people. I truly believe this and embracing that belief makes me sit up straighter, breathe deeper, hope harder when my first instinct for so long has been to hunker down, cowed, too scared to hope.
I don't do resolutions, and if last year taught us anything it's that making plans is like peeing into the wind but I DO occasionally have goals and giving them a loose calendar year structure helps me stay accountable. This year I am going to get my damn book published and finish a draft of the sequel. That's roughly 359 days to make good. Piece of cake, right? I've got more that I want to do, a fuckton of a lot more, but that's the only one that gets a timeline for now.
Welcome, 2021. Welcome, love and light.
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