The last few years have been, well they’ve been something.
In 2013, I was all, “Look at me! I can work fulltime and freelance and be a good mom and WRITE A BOOK IN FIVE DAMN DAYS!”
In 2014, I was like, “Five days, huh? Well I can work fulltime and freelance fulltime and rewrite that first book twice and hey, write ANOTHER book (although the first draft took me a month that time) and stillbeagoodmomandwifewellokaymaybenotbutlookatmeimpublished!”
Then 2015 arrived, along with all the tools it needed to thoroughly kick my ass. Which is exactly what it did.
But, Internet, you know me. I’m nothing if not stubborn. So every time 2015 knocked me down, I got back up and kept moving as fast as I could.
In fact, it wasn’t until November, when I was downing 4000 milligrams of antibiotics a day to get rid of an ulcer and feeling like a raggedy stray cat on its last life, that I realized I was just being dumb.
I’m lucky. I’m smart, talented, and can do ALL THE THINGS. But I am not a superhero or an X-Men-type mutant (although I do have a pair of Wonder Woman socks, complete with capes).
And that means I can’t do all the things, all the time, and expect to stay healthy and sane (or do anything particularly well).
Most of you are probably going, “well, duh.”
And you’re right. It is pretty obvious—at least in retrospect. But I’ve always had to learn things the hard way. Plus, I’ve never been good at accepting limitations.
But now it’s 2016! And I’ve learned my lesson! Which means this year is going to be full of glittery rainbows and sparkly unicorns and fuzzy kittens and delicious cupcakes and, and, and… (okay, I think I just threw up in my mouth a little).
It’s going to be a good year. An awesome year. The kind of year that has me wishing for another one exactly like it when I blow out my birthday candles.
Or at least, that’s what I’m hoping. Fingers and toes crossed.
Happy New Year, everyone. May the force be with us all.