Alex and I keep talking about how we feel a bit bad about having a good year when 2016 was such a dumpster fire for the rest of the world. Of course– that doesn’t mean it failed to teach me a few things:
To be fiercely protective of my time I have a solid decade of journals where I lament my ability to ever do a n y t h i n g I actually wanted to do. I’ve gotten better about this in the last few years but it does seem like there’s always something getting in the way– and usually it’s me.
“I’m going to write a book” >>> “I should start a blog” >>> “I should probably do a podcast too” >>> “I can promote it by launching my own line of coffee mugs!” >>> “I should get a master’s degree in coffee mug design!”
No mas. I’m not doing anything else that distracts from my priorities. I have Amazon Prime and a wine delivery app now so I don’t even have to leave the house anymore.
Nothing is keeping me from what I want to do which means writing the book I’ve wanted to write for longer than I care to admit (17 years). And please don’t kill me, but it’s not memoir. I promise to write memoir as soon as I fail spectacularly at writing fiction, because…
I’m writing a Young Adult novel.
*patiently waits while everyone on my book launch list unsubscribes*
I promise it’s not Twilight and I promise it doesn’t take place in a post-apocalyptic dystopian (unless of course you consider it’s a myth laced with my own experiences which basically = an apocalypse).
Listen to your gut especially when it comes to the other humans. If someone strikes you as disingenuous, manipulative, or untrustworthy then maybe you should consider listening to that instinct. It probably exists for a reason and nothing burns like a fire you saw coming a mile away. Lesson learned, 2016. Lesson. Learned.
But be wary of envy I’m usually far too lazy and self-absorbed to bother with jealousy but there was a human I became aware of this year and immediately disliked. Later, I met this human and s u r p r i s e ! I’m an asshole and they’re actually pretty wonderful. I realized my dislike of them was 100% tempered by envy. How embarrassing. Envy is just as limiting as fear and I don’t have enough square footage in this (apparently petty) mind to let it have an inch.
I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m shaking the dust of 2016 off my feet and not looking back.
What did 2016 teach YOU?
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