While some people are pissing on 2013 and bidding it good riddance, I’m looking back at a pretty damn good year. Friends were married, a baby was born (she’s my buddy!) and old jobs were sloughed off for new ones. There were divorces that led to blooming lives. Birthdays and holidays, parties with dear ones. I sold not one but 3 stories–two of which are out in the world right now. I attended my first convention AS a writer rather than a spectator. I danced on a balcony and drank wine with a muse. I fulfilled promises I had no intention of keeping. My debut novel WILD CARD is getting lovely reviews from readers and colleagues alike, so professionally it’s been a damn good year, too. All in all this past year had several moments forged by pure magic. Was it all rosy? No. My car–beloved friend of 15 years–gave up the ghost. (I miss that car.) But in the end, the good outweighed the bad and that’s all that matters.
So, 2013 is in its final hours and we’re all getting reflective and stuff before watching preternaturally youthful people talk about dropping balls. And a lot of posts are about what we plan for 2014. Things we’ll do to improve ourselves and our lives.
We all know that most resolutions are things like losing weight and quitting this or that vice. And we all know that most of us don’t hold to them, and thus, sit around on December 31st saying, “This year I’ll actually do it” while swimming in self-loathing.
None of that from me. If I lose weight, grand. If in the progression of days to come I let go of baggage and take in healthy habits, that’s fantastic. But I refuse to set myself up for failure and further regret. Life is too damn short for regret and self-bashing. (I know, coming from me–the self-professed Queen of Self Deprecation–this is more than suspect.)
That’s not to say that I don’t have hopes and goals for the coming year. Oh, no. I do indeed. Here are some of those things.
Professionally, I want to do more. I want to attend at least 2 cons in a professional capacity, and make more sales. Which means more writing and getting out of some of my comfort zones. I will write the Holmes story, at least one novel and much more.
Personally… I want to be a better parent, a better wife, daughter and friend. I want to be the best possible version of myself. Does that mean I’ll be perfect? Fuck no. It means I’ll make an effort to say yes more than I say no, get out of my own head and pay attention to the beauty and wonders in my life. It means I’ll take time to be kind.
Most of all, though, I want to embrace love and magic in all its forms. I go into 2014 open to anything that can happen, kicking fear square in the balls. The more love, kindness, compassion, gratitude and magic you allow into your life, the more you have to offer. The more you give, the more comes back to you. You lose nothing by being open to love.
2013, The Year of Giving It A Shot*– you were pretty good to me. Thank you for all the joys, lessons, chances and changes you brought. Thank you.
2014 — What will you bring? What will we learn together? Whatever you have in store for me, I am fearlessly waiting your arrival. I can’t wait to dive into you head first and swim until my fingers get all pruny. We’re going to have some fun. What do you say?
Happy New Year, my loves. May you be blessed in the days to come.
* Every New Year’s Day, my friend Brian shambles out of his cave and proclaims the name of the coming year. In the past we’ve had The Year of the Fruit Bat, the Year of Dropping Trow, The Year of Gay Chicken and the Year of Behaving Admirably. 2013 was the Year of Giving it A Shot.
Jamie Wyman is a pyromaniac who drinks too much chai. She enjoys writing, circus history, tattoos and has an unholy love of Tom Hiddleston. She also thinks you're pretty awesome.