I gave myself one goal today: post this blog. It is now five minutes to 10 p.m. (though the save history on this draft says 4 a.m.–don’t know what that’s about) and I am just now starting to type this up. Great start to a new year? …Yeah…
In all honesty, though, I actually have a pretty good feeling about this year. In about four months I will be headed into a future of the unknown–my last semester of school and I still don’t know what I’m doing–and possibly moving to some un-foretold city to wreck my awkward havoc upon its unsuspecting citizens, but yes; I feel pretty good about this year.
Actually, the thing I like most about New Years is the feeling of ambition it gives. Eleven months out of the year, I get an idea and then put it off, because I think, “Well, I’m in the middle of life right now, and I don’t want to start something new until I know I have time for it,” so I wait for something that feels like a starting point. Usually something silly, like a holiday, or a long weekend, or 12:30 a.m. But if there is something I’ve learned in my whole philosophical experience in 2014 so far, it’s that you have to just jump in and go for it. To be a bit cliche and invent my own saying, ‘In the race of life, there is no starting lines.’
So that’s what I’m doing. I’m jumping in, and I’m going to document my time along the way, so I hope you’ll join me. And I hope you jump in, too. Because, what is life without a few shared experiences, some laughs, and a whole ‘lotta awkward?