I know it’s cliche, but this year really did fly by. It feels like only weeks ago it was balmy and warm, and my birthday was right around the corner. Now, Served with a Twist is out, Christmas is over and another year is about to be in the books.
I don’t get very sentimental about this time of year. I’m not sure when the holidays lost their magic for me, but they’re pretty much like any other day but with more work. But! That doesn’t mean I begrudge people their joy and revelry nor do I abstain completely. I exchange gifts with the people I care about though we do this year round so it’s more just the ceremony of it or because we saved up for big ticket items. (This year we got my mom a recliner.) And like everyone else in the world (according to Twitter,) I find myself a little introspective.
It’s crazy to think that I put out two books this year. I said I was going to do it, and I did. In my life, I’m so used to plans I’ve made being stymied by things outside of my control. Financial issues, family issues, health issues, emergencies, but I actually was able to do it. And I’m proud of the work I put out. Does that mean I wouldn’t change a thing about it?> No, but it was the best I could do at the time. And with each release I see improvement. That’s how it’s supposed to work. It makes me feel I’m on the right track.
This year, I not only released two books, but I smoothed out the publishing and marketing processes for myself. I got a PO Box set up for my newsletter (and any other purposes >_>). I’ve done a lot of research, experimenting, and self reflection. To me that all adds up to growth, And growth is never a bad thing. And I think that’s all I can ask as far as a goal, as far as a resolution and a way forward. To keep on growing and learning and getting better. I’m taking that outlook with me into the New Year, and I hope the same for anyone reading this.