MAY YOUR COMING YEAR BE FILLED WITH MAGIC
AND DREAMS AND GOOD MADNESS.
I HOPE YOU READ SOME FINE BOOKS AND KISS SOMEONE
WHO THINKS YOU'RE WONDERFUL,
AND DON'T FORGET TO
MAKE SOME ART -
WRITE OR DRAW OR BUILD
OR SING OR LIVE AS ONLY YOU CAN.
AND I HOPE, SOMEWHERE IN THE NEXT YEAR,
YOU SURPRISE YOURSELF.
These might be Mr. Gaiman's words, but they're also my wishes for all of us in 2014.
I have somehow settled into the habit of not pushing myself. I don't think I've worked hard enough, fast enough, creatively enough. I could've gone just a little farther, a bit further. It's just become easier…not to. It's become easier to…settle.
And this realization makes me very uncomfortable. This is not me. This is not who I want to be, not who I believe I am or who I am meant to be.
So, with this realization comes resolution and revolution, of a sort. No, I am not going to be jumping out of airplanes or scaling large mountains any time soon. I'm old enough to realize some things are just not me, and I am totally okay with that. What I am talking about is more incremental - a slight mind shift, a turning toward, a strengthening of the belief that my life and my work are worth that extra step, that extra time, that harder push. I give myself permission to go for it - whatever "it" is at the time - and to be the best me I can be, no matter what others might say or think about it.
I wish you all the best for 2014, and I thank you all for reading and commenting, for being supportive and encouraging this past year. You all make me believe that my words are not just floating around out there but that they're actually landing and maybe even making some small contribution to the world. Thank you!