It's 2015. The year Marty McFly went to the future. Except, the future is, well, now.
I've never really cared for celebrating the New Year. To me, it just leads us into the most dismal month of all. When I was younger, I wasn't living in such an urban area with the inversion and pollution, and I went skiing all the time, so January was a fun month. Now, I do live in a very populated area, the pollution is awful, and skiing is hard to do with two littles.
I've also never really been one to set New Year's resolutions. I've never been able to stick to them, anyway. :/ However, I have been thinking a lot about what this year is going to bring. A year ago, I was still working in my old career and I had no idea that after our second daughter was born, I would leave it forever and begin a new phase in my life. The contrast between last year and this year is startling.
The difference between last year and this year was I had no idea that I'd have the opportunity to do new things, change the course of my career, and be home with my girls. It wasn't a New Year resolution to change those things, but they did. And I'm glad they did. New opportunities and chances to change can come everyday, unexpectedly, without the strings of resolutions attached.
So instead, I have plans. I love planning and organizing, so making plans just feels better than making resolutions. My plans include graduation, internships, writing conferences, manuscript submissions, and searching for a new job. On an unrelated note, I also plan on drinking more water, because, well, I really do drink too much Diet Coke. Waaaaaay too much (there, I admitted it).
I am going to play with my girls more, read more, write more, and just be more. In summary, I'm going to pursue the things I love, with and for the ones I love. Welcome, 2015!
Now show me where I can find my hoverboard.