It’s A New Year! Happy Twenty Fifteen: My Non-Resolution Resolutions.
I cannot believe the year has come and gone. It feels like it was just yesterday that I was getting used to 2014. Well, I cannot say that this year has been bad, for there are many things that have happened that have changed the course of my life. I’ve fallen in love, gained new aspirations, dealt with my anxiety, and now: I get to bask in the beauty of it all. I’m hell bent on sticking to my “No resolutions no regrets,” but I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I wanted to take more risks this year. I want to blog more. I want to write more. I want to feel more.
I want to share more.
I’m at the point in my life where I have to remind myself that I have to start taking responsibility for the course of my life. I won’t be able to lay in bed forever and say I’ll start tomorrow. For, there is so much that I want to do with the next couple of months. There is so much that I want to accomplish. I need to stop trying to remember the girl I was yesterday, and be okay with the girl I am today.
Now, for my blog: I’ve changed the entire thing, I’ve added, I’ve taken away, because I think it was time for a change. I will continue to categorize my posts, but I will write freely, without restriction of calling it a diary or a journal, because in actual fact, it’s really not. I just have much to say and I need a place to say it. It’s time to “Write Naked.” I want to tell you about all the books I’ve been reading, I want to tell you why I love them and what they’ve taught me (or at least what they’ve made me feel).
For my writing: I am in the process of writing a very heated novel. It is very outside-the-box. It is very explicit, exciting, and it lacks the good girl moral that is present in all of my novels. It is my deep dark desire novel, and I’m going to write it.
For my anxiety: It has been present since the new year rung in, and I know that it will probably be present in my life for a very long time. I hate it, but that’s life. I need to give myself the time to relax, the time to remember ME. The time when I can sit here and speak my mind, or the time I can spend dwelling in the world of my characters or somebody else’s (Yes, reading is a drug).
For my life: I will stop worrying unnecessarily about all those around me. I will spend more time focusing on myself. I will show all those I love that I care about them. I will be stronger. I will be myself.