I do this thing with blogging where I have an idea and I start a post and then I leave it in drafts because there's some dumb and arbitrary thing that I feel like it's missing. FOR EXAMPLE below is a post about my new year's resolutions, or lack thereof, which I finished writing and then didn't post because most of it is about books so I thought I needed to go take some artful photos of the stacks of books all around my house. And then I didn't do that, because I have a job and a life and, it turns out, not a lot of motivation to take artful photos of the stacks of books around my house.
I'mma publish that post as is, but with an addendum: I'm going to do less ~curating~ and more blogging and story-telling this year. I like this little internet space of mine and am going to do my best to get over this feeling I have that every post here needs to have the justright amount of text and photos. Because first of all what does that even mean? (NOTHING. IT MEANS NOTHING.) More importantly, when I put a post on hold to (theoretically) take those photos or whatever, things get stagnant here while a hundred little stories happen in real life and I neglect to write about them. And that is dumb. And there's enough dumb in the world without me contributing to it needlessly.
So, onward! Here's what I wrote originally (with just a few tweaks):
I'm normally very into new year's resolutions because I like the idea of a fresh start and a chance to do things all over again. This year, for whatever reason, I let the first go by without even giving the tradition a thought.
It's not that there aren't a thousand things I would like to do (or do better) this year. It's more that the fresh start is kind of a myth, in that you can start certain things all over again anytime you want to. Some of those things - being a better partner to Brandon, continuing to try to meet people in Greensboro, soldiering on in my quest to educate the masses that CAPSLOCK DOES NOT NECESSARY INDICATE YELLING, hustlin', reading more (and making sure those books are written by people of color, LGBTQ authors and women more often than they are white men) - are constants in my life, and January is a nice reminder to place more emphasis on them. Beyond those, the only new "resolution" I really came up with is to try to read more of - and then part ways with - my own books.
I'm a sucker for a bookstore and a book sale. (If you don't like books, why? Can I convince you otherwise? Have you smelled one lately?) Because of this I have over the years accumulated so many books that my shelves - five of them; three taller than I am - are overflowing. There are stacks of books on the floor in both bedrooms in our house. I don't think you can ever have too many books, but we might be getting close. I'm wading through my current stack of library books (The Princess Diarist is wreaking havoc on my emotions), and then it'll be a mix of paperbacks from the floor and new books I check out from the library instead of buying.
I will also continue to work on being present, on planning less and enjoying more (very hard for me), and on having new adventures with this guy.
I also think I might try to drink champagne more often, because there's always something to celebrate.
Cheers to 2017!