Funny about a new year…..fills me with hope, excitement, happiness. I absolutely love New Year’s eve and New Year’s day. Even though logically I know that each day is a new day, each week is a new week, each month is a new month and therefore just as worthy of my excitement as the new year, it just doesn’t feel the same no matter how I look at it. And this year feels a little different. Is it because I am turning 43 this year? I’m sure it is…time has a way of slowly changing your views, thoughts, ideas, fears. Is it because I am tired of being afraid, of putting myself down, of feeling like everyone seems to have confidence, talent, creativity, and a sure path to follow but me? Absolutely, resoundingly, yes. Again, I think that as you get older, you really start to get to a point where you really ask yourself, what the fuck am I doing and how long am I going to spend my life being afraid, of telling myself or allowing that inner voice to keep telling me that I just cannot do this or that. I, and only I, am the only person telling me that. No one else is telling me that, just me.
So here is to the new year of 2014. And this is the year that I am going to try like hell to stop telling myself I can’t. Because, really, who says I can’t? And for anyone who might happen to read this, though I doubt anyone will:) Who says you can’t?