. . . because why would I keep making resolutions for 2018? Even though I accidentally put on my husband's running shoes after we finished bowling with the grandkids yesterday instead of my running shoes ("Wow!" I said to myself when I put them on. "Who knew bowling made your feet shrink!") I am not stupid enough to make resolutions for a year that's already in the rearview mirror.
Anyway. I had a moment not long ago when my friend Vikki was reading my Native American medicine wheel cards, which is a thing, yo. I realized that I have spent that last few years walking away from my self-identity as "a writer."
There are a lot of reasons why all the walking away has happened. Discouragement. Fatigue. Family issues. Distractions like the internet. Changing interests. So on. So forth. And mostly I told myself I felt okay about it. Hello. You don't need to be a writer to be happy in this life.
But guess what. I need to be a writer to be happy in this life.
And so my goal this year is to own my true identity and write.
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How do you make a little heart symbol like on Facebook? I don't know. But I love this.
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