Wow, I can’t believe we’re nearly done with 2011! This time next week it’ll be 2012 and I’ll still be dating everything 2011 and using copious amounts of Wite-Out. Well, more likely that I’ll just but hitting the backspace/delete keys or using the find & replace function more often. ; ) Well we’ve reached that time of years where there are tons of blogs with yearly retrospectives and best ofs, etc. Welp, I can’t really remember much that happened this year that was out of the ordinary, really. This wasn’t a terribly bad nor terribly good year. I am, however, hoping to move into the next year and accomplish some goals I’ve set forth.
Every year I used to make these sweeping grand lists of New Years Resolutions This year, however, I only have one thing that I am resolving to do. From 01.01.12 onward, I will no longer make snap judgments on people, places, & things. Over the course of the holiday weekend (& self imposed exile of sorts), I had a lot of time to think. In these endless hours of dissecting my life and that discomfits me about about it, I kept coming back to one major theme. The idea of stepping outside of the box. I like ot say that I am an adventurous person, but it only goes to a certain extent.
I have texture problems when it comes to food. If a person rubs me the wrong way one time, they’re iced. Ninjas who run wack game aren’t given a second glance. The sheer lack of follow through when something frustrates or bores me is becoming ridiculous. I give up on shit before I even start at some junctures. It’s ridiculous because honestly, if I stuck to some of those snap judgements, I wouldn’t have been afforded some of life’s greatest opportunities (hey–semi-meeting Oprah) nor met some of the dopest people on this here Earth (*waves to all mah frenz–those real & in my head LOL).
So I’ve said all of that to say this, I’m giving “giving shit a chance” a chance. 😉
So here I referenced some changes to my 30 x 30. Some of those may be revised yet again, ha! Namely the reducing debt one…I think I’ma put it back to join a gym because this thing w/ my coworker isn’t really working out the way I need it to. I need consistency and we’re kinda sporadic in our gym excursions. I need to not be fully dependent on her for a way in and just join my damn self. That way I have no excuse as to why I’m not going to the gym if she’s not going to the gym. Plus Kelly Brianne is touring next year and gon be taking ALL MY MONIES.
In other news, I can officially cross off :
7. Go an entire month without potato chips.
No”chip”vember went off without a hitch! *bogles in jubilation* There were times I thought I would fail (the day I went to the store and bought a bag of chips & proceeded to have a staring contest with them for about 15 minutes), but MAMA I MADE IT!!! A friend of mine decided to do this with me so we both were literally shaking with anticipation when the glorious December 1st came around. Yesterday she indulged, but I just didn’t have the time nor desire to get chip wasted. Maybe sometime this weekend. Who knows? I’m not as pressed as I once was. Maybe there’s something to this whole give yourself 30 days w/o something to break bad habits thing I keep hearing about.
Switching gears, I failed at:
10. Complete NaNoWriMo.
Yeah, just me call NaNoFailMo coz that’s exactly what I did. I didn’t even hit 5K words let alone 50K. I don’t know what happened really. It’s like my muse was like…”nawl girl” and walked off in the fog w/ another dude on me. The funny thing is that I let a coworker read my initial few pages and yesterday she said to me “I’m still waiting on another chapter”. All I could do is hang my head in shame, LOL.
I need to get it together though. I’ve been slacking majorly in the writing arena lately. Even blogging here or on my tumblr has become cumbersome. And don’t even get me started on the book blog through which tumbleweeds are now rolling, I bet. I need to put myself on a writing schedule and commit to it. That’s my entire problem, commitment…but that’s a whole ‘nother story ; ). Today, in a roundabout way, I asked one of my favorite writers to be my writing mentor. I was dead ass. Of course that means I gotta get off my duff and stop being so afraid to let people see what I’m writing. It’s hard though coz I don’t think it’s up to snuff and y’all know what Erykah said, “I’m an artist and I’m sensitive about my shit…” (cue: Tyrone [Live]).