I don’t make resolutions each year, because I’m afraid of disappointing myself. But that is exactly why I need to this time. Because fear (of forgetting, of flailing, of failing) is holding me back. Years pass while my dreams gather dust on a shelf, and what good are dusty, old dreams?
Exactly. So. In 2004, I will:
- Be brave, honest and true.
- Take better care of my body.
- Learn how to sew.
- Write and illustrate a book.
- Start selling things that I make.
Or, at the very least, I will try.
Happy new year, darlings. Wishing you the energy, the faith, and the determination to follow your dreams, big and small.