It’s weird to think that it’s already 2014. While I am glad to see the end of another year, I can’t say I was completely prepared for the start of a new one. I don’t believe in the “new year, new me” concept. I don’t like setting resolutions that I know that I’ll eventually break. What enjoy about the start of a new year is the feeling of endless possibilities.
Beginning this year, I’m going to continue to finish all the work I’ve been doing. I’m going to continue to build towards the things that I want most in my life. Everything else is a blank page waiting for choice and fate to fill in the gaps. The idea both excites me and terrifies me. As a writer, there’s nothing worse than staring at a blank page. The moment before you begin is often the scariest one. The moment where you rethink everything. Where you give up.
When it’s a new year, the scariest thing is not knowing what challenges are waiting for you. I’ve faced a lot of challenges, and I wouldn’t have gotten very far if I had let them get the best of me. In fiction, when a character faces a challenge it enriches the story. It gives the story depth and insight. There also wouldn’t be much of a plot without a challenge, something at stake, or an antagonist to stand in the way. It makes the story boring, and a life without challenges would probably be the same.
So, challenges? I can handle them. Possibilities? Bring it on. However this year turns out, it’ll be a great story. This is just the first page in a new adventure.