I’m actually not going to write any sort of retrospective because frankly, I find them totally exhausting. Doing 2017 once was enough!
I had this great conversation with a teenage daughter of a friend of mine once. She explained to me that she’s noticed there are two kinds of adults: the ones who talk about their future plans, and the ones who revisit their past experiences over and over. Her hunch is that the past-visitors have more unresolved baggage weighing them down. 2018 is here, time marches on; let us not enter the new year weighted down by what could have been.
I’m looking forward to lots this year. I want to be more artistic and spend more time outside. But who really needs to know what intentions I’m setting for myself? Life is such an intensely personal journey. It’s probably sufficient to say I’d like to be a more mindful person, and you can just trust me with the details.
I’d like to adopt every orphaned child, clean every corner of my house, work a million times harder as a mother, a partner, and at my paid job. I’d also like to overthink things less, let go of seeing the world in absolutes, and just generally lighten up a bit. If there’s time, perhaps I’ll start ballet again and spend some time playing the piano and practicing my French.
Good health to you in the new year; without that, the other goals become tremendously unimportant. As ever, thanks for reading.