It seems so strange to already be writing you this letter. Didn’t I just finish my letter to 2012? Wasn’t it just yesterday that I was setting goals for her? She went by so quickly, I had to look through my blog archive to figure out what happened over the past 12 months.
Turns out, it was a good year. My son started Kindergarten, taught himself how to read, and played T-ball. I had my first post-divorce relationship, did a whole lot of writing, climbed a mountain, and got a brand spanking new job. I read a ton of books – bypassing my reading goal by quite a few – and turned my closet into a designated ‘reading room’. T wore a dress to school, started asking for toys other than superheros, and did a lot less whining than ever before. All-in-all, 2012 was pretty amazing.
2013, you’re the last year of my 20’s. In October I’ll turn the big 3-0, and I couldn’t be more excited about the next decade.
I’m starting out this new year on a good foot. I haven’t had a major depressive episode in a long time, I’m working on my willpower, and I’m ringing in the new year with good friends and my favorite little monster. I have a job I enjoy, a couple freelance jobs that keep me doing what I love, and my house isn’t a complete disaster.
I want to keep doing what I’m doing, because whatever it is, it’s working.
I want to go on a vacation this year. I want to edit and revise Finding Agnes, and submit her for publication. I want to climb another mountain, save a little money, and go to a concert. I want to cheer on my son as he plays T-ball for another season, get him into another sport he might enjoy, and get him sleeping in his own bed. I want to watch him continue to build and create (he wants to be an engineer when he grows up), read with him every night before bed, and have spontaneous dance parties in the living room. I want to welcome 30 with a fabulous party.
And I’ve accepted that the only person who can turn those wants into wills, is me. I’ve taken responsibility, and it’s made all the difference in the world.
Welcome, 2013. We got this.