Okay, so 2012 is underway, the first week already done and over with, and I realized something: for the first time in…well, ever, I didn’t make any resolutions. Or set any goals. None. Nada. Zilch. That’s new for me. Normally, I’d be twitching and foaming at the mouth at the very idea, since I’m nothing if not an overachiever with a never-ending to-do list. But…I find myself okay with it. For now, anyway. That’s not to say that I don’t intend to accomplish some things this year, but I don’t have any clear and concrete expectations in mind.
I’m not sure if this is due to a change in my outlook, or if it’s more because of the shift my life has taken over the past few months. Lately, my focus has been on school and work, and also….the adventures of Fatburger, Milkshake, Spare Rib, and Sweet Tea. (Yes, those are code names. No, I’m not making them up. Yes, it’s actually quite funny.) I haven’t had time to write or revise for months, but I did start a new story a couple of weeks ago, and I’m on the verge of revising the werewolf story again. I’ve been so focused on school, even reading has fallen by the wayside, much less blogging.
But I intend to remedy that. Along with the writing and revising. And reading. And working out. But still, no goals. Just…intentions.