I imagined I would wake up on the first day of the new year feeling inspired to write something insightful or wise... But mostly I just feel hungover.
The alcohol didn't really hit me until the early hours of the morning when I was halfway home already, but then it hit me hard. I started the new year like the classy and intelligent adult that I am by panicking over having lost my cellphone. Turns out I had already taken it out of my purse, set my alarm, and put it on my nightstand. Then I completely forgot having done all of that and cried when my phone wasn't in my purse.
Great start. Clearly I'm all out of insight and wisdom.
However, I did come to one significant conclusion after last night: Stop. Mixing. Liquors. I should know this by now. I'm a pretty seasoned partier, but for some reason I thought it was a good idea to drink beer, wine, bourbon, whiskey, and bubbly all in one evening. I'm just relieved I didn't have time to break into the vodka I had in my purse.
Ok enough about my life of debauchery, it's resolution time!
Other than resolving not to mix my alcohols, the rest of my resolutions are all related to my writing goals. However, I feel strangely superstitious about sharing the exact specifics with the world. For some reason I'm afraid that if I talk a big talk about my lofty writing ambitions then those ambitions will never be anything more than... talk.
So what I will say is that my goals for 2016 are to keep my writing career moving onward and upward.
Stay tuned and let's see what 2016 has in store!