my futon in nagano
i love new years. i love the naive sense of opportunity i feel. it’s as though anything is possible if you give me just one more year. i’m going to do. i’m going to change. i’m going to improve. and if you know me in person, you might be surprised that i get this giddy at a day in the calendar year. as i can be rather cynical at times. but. nevertheless. i like to ride this wave of childish excitement and think of all the awesome things i’ll do in this next year.
so what am i going to do?
well. last year i made a list of all the things i was going to do. all the habits i was going to form. all the feats i was going to conquer. and at the end i was left with something like a 10% success rate. which. if i’m honest. is still pretty good. better than 0%…
but this year. we’re changing it up.
this post is paired with my last post. i want to battle the paralysis i feel at the end of years, where what i recall might just be the good, the bad or just the plain loudest memories.
so this year, i’ve a new plan.
2020. 12 months. 12 things.
(yes. i too wish 2020 had 20 months. but here we are.)
ah… but what’s a thing?
well. you’re just going to have to wait and see.
see you at the end of january.
happy new year.
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