I couldn't keep up with my resolutions. I had all these daily allotments for working out, reading, writing, learning...I quickly realized I didn't have enough time. Meeting my goals took at least 2 hr a day. And that's impractical when you have a 9-5 with an hour commute.
But I did have a theme for the year, self-improvement, that I kept to. I did a lot of things to help me get better at a variety of things - networking at BookCon, participating in #PitMad, leading workshops for the Writing Journey, learning new skills that got me the first 9-5 job I'm happy with, and I figured out how to market me to build up freelance income.
Granted, my GR reading challenge and personal attempt to read around the world? Failed.
(Dating, inevitably, has been hard.)
Now I like advocating for those on the spectrum, answering questions and educating people. Seeking out media. I told all my friends when a book series I love added an ace character. In Stars, I'm officially making Trilutha ace. Which can present problems as she's a child bride...
But the whole process of my 'make a better me year' made me realize:
- My support network is so much bigger than I thought
- I underestimated how easily friends, and even acquaintances, would accept a new facet of me
- I stressed about each and every one of these conversations, but didn't need to
- I would have gotten no where without my support network in all things, be it my identification or my efforts to grow
Here's to a new year!