On my to-do list for today, one of the items I have written down is, “Write a blog entry.” Therefore, I must now write a blog entry.
Well, another year is upon us, whether we’re ready or not. Honestly, though, I’m surprisingly happy about it. By the end of 2011, I was feeling…dry, dull, stagnant. But there’s something about having to put up a new calendar that suddenly reinvigorates me. I’m not big on actual resolutions, but I always feel as though I want to do something with myself — change for the better — when a new year starts. This year is no different, except, this year, I’ve actually managed to put the feeling into words:
I know, that concept is a little vague, right? But it gives me a starting point. Too often, I spoil myself into staying within the confines of what makes me comfortable. I try, I put effort in, I push myself to do things, but the majority of those things are still within the my comfort zone. Things that make me feel nervous or unsure are postponed, if not completely discarded, even though many of those things might actually prove to be beneficial. If I want to move forward, I can’t afford to spoil myself like that anymore. That’s essentially what I mean by “moving forward”…pushing myself forward in spite of my insecurities.
It probably won’t be easy, and it probably won’t go smoothly. But the year is young, and I still have enough optimism to think it possible. I have a few things I want to accomplish this year, or at least try to accomplish, which I will likely get into at a later date. Most deal with writing. I also plan on updating my blog more often this year (though, at this point, I don’t blame you if you find yourself thinking, “I’ll believe it when I see it”).
So then…moving forward…