Oh hey, it’s 2019.
In all honesty, I haven’t had the mental space to wrap my head around yet another ‘new year’. It surprises me, every time, that it just was Christmas and bam, another year is gone.
While I usually look forward to the time between Christmas and New Year’s as a time of slow-down, reflection, and anticipation, it has also brought more nostalgia and melancholy in recent years.
I am pretty convinced that it has to do with multiple factors: a) we haven’t been with family for the holidays in a few years, b) my niece and nephew are growing like weeds, and c) time just seems to pass by so damn fast that I always feel like a couple of steps behind these days.
I usually like the idea of a new year, a blank slate. New goals, new ideas, new possibilities. But then this happens: look, here we are and I am welcoming the new year and it’s already January, 10 and we’re 1/3 of the way through the month.
On top of that, I should be sitting at my desk at work right now, but as you might know, I am a federal employee, currently furloughed with the partial shutdown going on day 20. What better way to use my unexpected ‘free time’ as to ruminate about past, present, and future, am I right?
I don’t know what 2019 has in store for us. I am planning to post a list of goals next week, as I did last year, but part of me is afraid to make too many plans because what if none of it actually happens?
I know, I know, there is a lot I can do to make it happen, but last year, I had some of my goals thrown off and I felt kind of defeated there for a while… but then again, that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t make any goals in the first place. Goals are good. I thrive on goals and I know it.
So, let’s do this, 2019. I am ready (or trying hard to be).