New Year’s is one of my favorite holidays. I love the energy that surrounds the frenzy of promising ourselves to be better (even if we lack the motivation to pursue it–it’s the thought that counts). It’s probably the same reason why I love the start of a new school year or new month, and and odd reason why I like Mondays as well.
This year I have a lot of ambitious goals, inside and outside of my literary life. They’re not ambitious in the sense that they’re lofty or unattainable–on the contrary I definitely can pull them off. I just have a track record of being lazy and unmotivated.
Ever since I finished finish NaNoWriMo with a whooping 37 page sprint on the last day to meet the 50k goal, I’ve felt an enormous sense of anticipation–I’m eager to sit down and try that again.
The problem with December is that I just barely had the time. My grandparents were visiting in the beginning of the month, I had a camping trip with my Girl Scout troop, my uncle and cousins were staying for a week, and then the month ended with my boyfriend here for the holidays. In between I was getting back into my yoga studio (and barely making it to enough classes to pay off the membership fee), holiday shopping, traveling around for work, and just keeping up with my daily life and what I already pushed aside in November.
It’s hard to make writing a priority, especially when I already have so little hours left of the day with a full-time job. I look back on how I managed to write so much in high school on top of AP classes and extracurriculars and read a book every few days and I honestly can’t fathom how I did that.
Moving into 2018, I’m eager to make writing a priority and less of a hobby. My full-time job is not necessarily something I’d like to pursue for the rest of my life, and eventually I’d love writing to turn my full-time job. I’m moving into the mindset where prioritizing my writing will mean treating it like a full-time job, and engaging myself in other hobbies to take the place of writing.