I wrote quite a bit about 2019 in here already.
It contained a few concerts. I met Shinedown again.
It had some travel. A bit less than last year, but still some wonderful places – Las Vegas, Tucson, Madison, Bozeman, Yellowstone, Coeur d’Alene, Los Angeles, Chicago, Minneapolis, Mexico (near Tulum), and Amsterdam.
I don’t think I gained weight (for once), but I’m not sure I actually lost much, either. Maybe a few pounds. Maybe that’s not bad for being well on the wrong side of thirty.
I didn’t do the two super creative things I wanted to – finish that purse I’ve been working on and do a larger painting – but I did actually completely swap out my paints (… they were a little old and a little gross) and did a small piece. That I obviously forgot to share here. I did write a bit more (as evidenced by quite a few more drabbles posted here).
I didn’t really have a main goal in 2019. I don’t know if I really want to have one in 2020, either.
I’d like to try to get my house in order (both literal and metaphorical). Deep clean everything, swap some stuff out, continue culling items. Also acquire a few more things, but have them be more purposeful.
I would love to keep writing, and maybe even a book. If I can ignore and fight my brain’s natural inclination to self-edit EVERYTHING. Maybe if I hand write it I’ll have more luck. Maybe.
I would love to keep sewing. Maybe make a few more pillows, maybe finish that purse (hey let’s not get crazy here), definitely keep up with my mending pile.
I would love to paint more, too. I forgot how much I do truly love it.
Really, I would love to just continue being me and finding out who “me” is these days.