New Year. New me?
New Years Eve... Hmmm... I work in the morning at such a time as to mean that I -should- be in bed by midnight in order to get eight hours of sleep. Feh, I never get eight hours of sleep anyway. *shrugs a little* So I'll be staying up to watch the ball drop (or some other random-ish thing) with my boyfriend. It'll be the first New Years we've been able to spend together in a long time.
When it finally occurred to me today that it was New Years Eve (aka: when I got a 'happy new years eve!' text from my father at about 4 this afternoon) I started thinking about New Years resolutions. I've never really made one in the past. Mostly because I suck at keeping up with that sort of thing and I know it. Why set goals for myself that I know I can't keep up with?
Well... I have a lot of things I want to improve upon this year. Some of which I've already made some progress towards turning around. But I want to be able to draw again. I haven't really done much drawing at all since I graduated with my degree and I want that to change. Which, has already a little, but I'm still not nearly as into it as I used to be.
Along the same lines, I really want to get more serious with my writing. I don't just mean writing more/more often either. I'm talking making use of the Writer's Market book that my boyfriend bought me as one of my Christmas presents. I'll never get published if I don't try, so dang it, it's time to start trying.
So I don't know... Maybe this year will grow and blossom into a year where Kitty actually does constructive, awesome things with her time again. Where Kitty doesn't hate herself every night when she curls up under the covers to attempt to sleep.
All in all... I want _me_ to be better this year. Or at least, to be better at seeing me as something that is already great...
When it finally occurred to me today that it was New Years Eve (aka: when I got a 'happy new years eve!' text from my father at about 4 this afternoon) I started thinking about New Years resolutions. I've never really made one in the past. Mostly because I suck at keeping up with that sort of thing and I know it. Why set goals for myself that I know I can't keep up with?
Well... I have a lot of things I want to improve upon this year. Some of which I've already made some progress towards turning around. But I want to be able to draw again. I haven't really done much drawing at all since I graduated with my degree and I want that to change. Which, has already a little, but I'm still not nearly as into it as I used to be.
Along the same lines, I really want to get more serious with my writing. I don't just mean writing more/more often either. I'm talking making use of the Writer's Market book that my boyfriend bought me as one of my Christmas presents. I'll never get published if I don't try, so dang it, it's time to start trying.
So I don't know... Maybe this year will grow and blossom into a year where Kitty actually does constructive, awesome things with her time again. Where Kitty doesn't hate herself every night when she curls up under the covers to attempt to sleep.
All in all... I want _me_ to be better this year. Or at least, to be better at seeing me as something that is already great...