BAM! Now that my reading list for 2016 is finally complete and annotated, I think 2016 is completely behind me. (Taxes are filed, too, so ya know, I can really forget about it now.)
The gist is that I read 52 books in a year. I guess that means I need to read 52 more in 2017, and I'm well on my way.
I did sort of make a resolution for 2018, but it is not quantifiable at all. And thus it doesn’t demand anything like: Write one blog per week.
Instead my 2018 focus is on finding delight.
I wrote a thing about my aunt, Sue, who passed away last summer.... I still don't know what to do with this, really, but sharing it feels right today, especially as my grading slows at the end of the term, and I have some time to reorient my life, to find my way back to creating a life I love.
While Dan and I sat outside, my mom’s most recent, sweet gift sat on our kitchen table. It was a box of hot chocolate from Amazon. It was simple but so considerate, and it's the perfect illustration of how gracious my mom is.
I have always been a billboard for positive thinking. But not anymore.
I know how I got here, how I became this positive-thinking evangelical. I got here by combating anxiety with positive affirmations, moving toward success through imagining it, beginning with the end in mind.
There’s a huge difference for me between what is private and public information. As both a poet and a blogger, I've always had to negotiate this. Sharing why I'm raising money for cancer research toes that fine line.