Like most of you, I've been feeling the telltale, internal kick-start that a new year brings. Maybe it's maximized by my still-newness to Nashville, I'm sure a lot can be attributed to the loss I endured last year... but in 2013? I am on goal overload.
I've begun penciling them into one of 9000 journals I have... I am eager to embrace it all. And believe me, there are plenty. I have goals for myself mentally, spiritually, physically... for my relationship, my friendships, my work life. Looking back, I've never really not achieved or attained anything I set my heart on--and in a way, that's arguably overwhelming, but also incredibly inspiring. I live for a challenge.
For starters, I want to be more committed to a healthy lifestyle... I've been crazy blessed with fabulous genes and a decent metabolism, but I'm absolutely not 17 anymore. Last year, I joined a gym for the first time, and I plan to be a more devoted gym-goer. I've already signed up to run the Rock 'N' Roll half-marathon in April and can't wait!!! We're also signing up for a CSA so we can be inundated with weekly fresh produce, and I am psyched to research new, cleaner recipes.
I plan to get involved more within my community this year--this month, even. I intend to skip over J. Crew sales in favor of giving to my church and to the Humane Society. I have looked into volunteering for the MS Society and Wounded Warrior Project. I spent many, many hours volunteering when I was growing up, and it was truly one of the first experiences that made me feel like I was learning who I was, who I should be.
I am geared up to read 30 books this year... I sort of hit a brick wall after attempting to read "Fifty Shades of Grey" this past year (worst writing I've ever laid eyes on... the subject matter was far-fetched enough, but the writing? really?). My mind is at its sharpest when I'm reading, researching, delving into new and familiar topics. I crave a good memoir or historical non-fiction.
I want to get back to writing. I studied to be a journalist, I've been a writer longer than I've been most things... they say true writers never feel they're finished with a piece--and as much anxiety and frustration as that can bring, I miss it.
These are pretty basic--I'm sure a lot of you share the same intentions. I just want to be more present. Peel the iPhone out of my hand and just breathe. Stop planning so much (which is, unfortunately, my job), and just savor the right now. I often get so bogged down in what the upcoming days hold that I blink and realize just how much time has passed. I want to send more letters. Actually sit down in the morning and savor my coffee. Explore Nashville even more. And as completely and utterly cheesy as it sounds, be the best version of me. Be the best daughter, sister, girlfriend, best friend, event planner that I can possibly be. Because when it's all said and done, the things we'll remember are the moments with the people we love so much, it hurts. I won't recall the books I finished or the work projects I tackled. I'll remember the deep roar of my dad's laugh, the shine in my boyfriend's eyes when we share a familiar joke, the warmth of my sweet puppy sleeping next to me.
Here and now. That's where I'll be.