Already a quarter of the year is gone (inching closer to a third) and here I sit, taking stock of how I’m doing on that New Years Resolution I made, and I come across a quote on pinterest that reads “Dream as if you will live forever. Live as if you will die tomorrow.”
How freakin’ fitting.
I didn’t resolve to lose weight or to run more or to drop the f-bomb less or to cook healthier or to cut back on the amount of wine I drink or anything like that.
No, I had to go and name this “the year of taking chances,” a big bold gesture probably fueled by too much champagne.
And, four months in, I am still writing a lot, still cussing and drinking and not running as much as I should, cooking with butter and salt and all the bad stuff, and in general living almost exactly the same life I was back in December… except that I’m on submission, seemingly constantly (and that’s a good thing). Better than that, I’m stacking up a growing number of rejection letters in my inbox, which means that I didn’t stop sending those subs out, even after the rejections started coming in (something I feared might happen).
You see, I’m shy, and full of self-doubt. Hard to believe, once you get to know me, that the shyness was ever there, but it is and it was and it hangs around a lot when I’m thinking about my work.
So, on the first friday in April, I am taking stock of my life and I can say, in full honesty, that I’m satisfied with how that whole New Years Resolution thing is coming along. I’m still writing, still subbing. Cracked is almost complete and ready for some revision and I can look around and say “life is good” and I mean it.
Enjoy your weekend, friends. Keep living like there’s no tomorrow, and I promise, I’ll do the same.