I get excited about New Year’s every because it means a fresh start. I’m obsessed with idea of starting new and shedding the old me like a snake skin. I’m not the only one who thinks so.
“Tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet.” – Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
“New Year’s Day is every man’s birthday.” -Charles Lamb
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language. And next years words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.” – T. S. Eliot
I have resolutions, of course.
- Change the world.
- Become fluent in Mandarin.
- Lose 80 pounds.
- Become a spiritual guru.
- Write, edit, and sell a novel that lands on the New York Times Bestseller List.
- Have the same kind of relationship with Jesus that the apostle Paul had.
- Run a marathon.
- Make copious amounts of money for travel.
- Find a boyfriend. (I’m a little shaky about this one. I go back and forth as to whether or not this is something I actually want…)
- One the meantime, live the single life like there’s no tomorrow.
- Read 120 books.
If I’m honest, NONE of these will happen. Not even the last one (this past year I read close to 100).
New Year’s is the perfect time for dreamers, however, I have come to realize that my dreams for the new year need to be small dreams that can be easily accomplished. So I limited myself to 5 and put a time limit on most.
- Exercise 3x a week for 2 months (they don’t even have to be consecutive…)
- Edit Raina//Rewrite//Send out query letters by December.
- Write one review a month.
- Read the whole Bible this year.
- Live, love, and laugh a little every day.
I’m tired of being a quitter. I’m tired of failing myself and not reaching for my dreams. I know that if I set my expectations too high I’ll go spiraling into an endless depression, so this is it. I look back on last year with fondness; it brought me to China. But I’m looking forward to the new year more. I want to grow, to be stretched. I want to live and know God. I want my life to be God-breathed.
Happy New Year.