I’m probably not alone in looking forward to turning the calendar over. This past year has been extraordinary on so many levels it’s nearly impossible to contemplate what its overall effect has been. So much has changed in such a short period of time, I do wonder as we move into the new year what aspects will persist, and which ones will fall by the wayside.
I’ve done far more writing this past year than ever before; my plans for 2021 include at least as much as what I’ve done on 2020, without doing too much (if that makes sense). But I already know I need to be strategic in how I plan, for it’s far too easy for me to overcommit to projects that I would want to invest my heart and soul into – but would push other important parts of my life to the side. It took me far too many years to get the right balance of work/life, and though 2020 blurred that line more than I wanted, I think I came out ahead.
Do I have resolutions for 2021? A few, perhaps, carefully chosen to ensure they are reasonable expectations I can place upon myself without incurring the angst of incompletion.
The one resolution I won’t make? Drinking less coffee. That’s just wrong. ?