I've never been one for resolutions, since in my hands they last about as long as I take to think them up. This year holds the first time in my adult life that I don't know what's coming next. It's wide open with opportunity, or at least that's how I choose to see it.
Where will we be in six months? I'm not exactly sure. I am helping Hubby as best I can towards his goal of running his own lab and teaching his own students, and I'm good at that. But there's only so much I can do for him, and he for me, to get us to the next step.
I do know that, amongst the chaos and upheaval, I want to keep on working towards being the best version of myself, with the knowledge that the person I am isn't necessarily the person I thought I would be. I can't say it any more elegantly than that, so I am starting the year off with words written by a woman whose passion and determination I find frighteningly inspiring. I'm only sorry that I didn't find her music and her art earlier in life. I've hidden the two F-bombs after the break, but I won't apologize for them... they are so much part of the joy in this piece.
Thank you, Amanda Palmer, for giving me something to strive for - to allow myself to be the person I want to be.