As with most of my writing, this post is unplanned.
I have tried in 2015 to become more of a planner in this regard. I bought an actual planner. I bought sticky notes.
I set up a system.
Turns out, I am not a planner when it comes to the written word. I often quote Chuck Close when I think about creative work because it is work and you need to attend to it like a job in the sense that every day you show up and do it.
While I have a fierce work ethic, I don't tend to show up and do it in my own work.
This is, not to put too fine a point on it, a shitty way to treat what matters most to me (other than The Teenager, of course).
Why on earth would I not fling myself wildly, daily, into the abyss of words that is this run-on sentence filled blog?
I think about it daily.
I write something every day.
Just not this.
Now it's the end of the year and I always reflect (among other New Year's eve rituals) on what has come before. My anxiety usually pushes me into the future, but this time every year I consistently think of what has happened over the year.
It's not an uncommon practice. In fact, nearly 50% of goals set on New Year's Eve are still in place six months later, as compared to a mere 17% of goals set other times. So others know what I know: today is a good day to plan to do better.
But I digress, as is my habit. You know, when I have no plan.
So here it is. The annual New Year's Eve post. Last year it was resolutions. In 2013 it was a haiku.
I am at the end and still have no plan. And maybe that's the plan: no plan for 2015. I have goals I want to reach, things I want to do, but I don't want to lose the things I have learned. The tagline of this blog is "seeking joy," and maybe it's time to come back to that.
Open my eyes.
Maybe no plan is exactly the plan.
People who know me might be shocked by that, but things are different. I am different. Life is different.
Whatever your plan/no plan is for 2016, if you are reading this, I wish you joy, abundance, happiness. Knowing you will never step in the same river twice, may you enjoy the feeling of the water on your toes and the gravel beneath your feet. May those you love love you back as wildly and fiercely as their heart allows. And may you continue walking in the direction of your dreams.
Happy New Year.