So 2013 wasn’t The Year. Wasn’t My Year.
That doesn’t mean I’ve quit. (It may mean I’ve been lazy, but this isn’t a confessional, so blah.)
I had a lot of bright, shiny moments in 2013 that kept a glimmer of hope burning a cherry mark on my soul. I’m not ready to give up. I’ve still got reasons to write. Stories to tell. Points to make.
Not sure if I’ll ever be ready to roll over and display my soft underbelly of defeat. There are way too many possibilities, too many opportunities, and too many stubborn voices prodding at my gray matter to keep me moving forward and my keyboard clacking.
No. I’m not ready to quit. 2013 was an odd and unlucky numbered year unwilling to be my bitch. 2014 is jumping the gates, swooshing in on a chill wind and forcing me to pay attention. Forcing me to take notice. Forcing me to give it another go.
What message I hear on that wind depends on how willing I am to listen.
~2013 was just the practice run, Betsy. 2014 is the place to be!~
Oh, I’m all over that, baby. I’m all about second chances. Now it’s up to me to make it happen.
Can you hear what the wind is saying to you?