Like the rest of the world, I’m going to pretend like 2019 didn’t happen. It’s not that it was particularly a bad year for me (it wasn’t), but it just seemed to ZOOM by so fast that it feels fair to say it doesn’t count. Does that mean I get to say I’m still 36? Probably not, but that’s okay.
So that leaves me with 2020. Starting out, it’s not horrible. Yet. Scratch that! I’m not a pessimist and won’t start now. This is a big year, and I’ve got some even bigger goals, but publishing again isn’t one of them. Phew!
In February, were she still alive, my grandmother would be 100 years old. She was the light of my life as a child. The best of the best. I’ve never met someone with as pure a heart in my life. It seems only appropriate to have a goal that would celebrate her and her life for the ENTIRE year. That’s right. All year. Every month. Every week. Every day. Celebrating! Yes, that sounds like a lot of whiskey, but I’m up for the task. It’ll be grand.
Celebrating isn’t my only goal for the year. I’ve also got some art related ones, and I want to learn short hand. Don’t ask. I have no idea why, but it was one of my notes from last year. A possible goal for 2020 and I wrote it down. Might have been drunk, might not. So it’s officially a goal. Short hand. Does anyone even use that anymore??
There’s the obvious goal of losing weight and getting healthier, but whiskey. And bread. Oh, and cheese. And pasta. And cheese WITH pasta. It’s a doomed goal from the beginning.
Writing is a big one. I wanna write more often and share it too. It almost makes no sense to write stories with my fountain pen in my leatherbound journal that doesn’t leave my desk. Almost. Those of you with doubts need to go out and get a fountain pen and a leatherbound journal and try that shit. But, back on task, I’m going to get up the nerve to share in an online community again. I’m not always the biggest fan of that, but if I want to improve, I need to share. So it’s happening!
And finally, I want to write my ones all European and fancy like with the little swish in the front so it almost looks like a seven. For the record, my reasoning behind this is not malicious or deviant at all. I will remain totally calm when people can’t read my numbers the right way and all my writing is done in short hand. Muahahahaha! You should know, that from a very early age, my daughter (she’s fourteen now) has called me a villain. In fact, just the other day, she texted me that I’m a bully and I told her she spelled V-I-L-L-A-I-N wrong. And apparently, that’s why I can’t have nice things.
So here’s to an awesome 2020 and trying to actually update this shit like I keep telling myself I need to!