New beginnings started yesterday. I’m not totally giving 2019 the bum’s rush because it was a decent year for me. In fact, it was downright remarkable. I put my nose to the grindstone and worked almost single-mindedly on a project that has been haunting most of my adult life. My memoir is essentially written, in need of final edits.
I got a huge monkey off my back when I disclosed my bipolar diagnosis publicly last year, in advance of the book’s release. Where this was hardly news for most people who knew me, speaking openly about mental illness was kind of a big deal. There were a few comments I could have done without, like, “You’re not crazy now, are you?” People show their uncomfort in many ways regarding certain subjects.
It would be lovely if speaking my truth magically opened doors for me. It’s actually, in the short term, proving to do the opposite. But I’m in it for the long haul and I strongly believe being candid and open will help a lot more people than just me.
I’m excited for this new year and the Twenties. What an amazing time to be alive. The book will definitely be finished this year and that makes me feel like those kids in the picture. Yes, bring on whatever the Universe has in store. I’m ready.
Don’t be afraid of goals or avoid making resolutions because you might fall short. Write them down. Challenge yourself to dream big. Let’s do this new year proud.