What will I regret in 2018?

Remember when we used to be timely with our posts, Daniel? I used to write my post Thursday morning, carefully proof read it, and then schedule it to post early Friday morning. Now, I’m lucky to have the post done by the middle of the day on Friday. Eventually, I’ll be routinely posting Friday night at 11:59 p.m.

Anyway, I enjoyed your post about your plan for 2017. I’ve also never been much of a New Year’s resolution person because why wait until January to start a new goal? I also feel like calling a goal a New Year’s resolution just sets you up for failure. How many people do you know who’ve actually followed through with their resolution? I can’t think of a single person in my life.

However, I do have some things I want to accomplish this year, but I don’t want to call them resolutions. Resolutions are something to give up on. Instead, I’ll think of it the way you did, Daniel. At this time next year, what will I regret not doing?

Well, for one, I finally want to write a novel. I have so many half-finished novels lying around and, this year, I want to finish one. This has literally been a goal of mine since I was 15 and I regret not doing it every single year.

I also want to look into self-publishing my novel. I’ve wanted to write books since I was little and now there are so many opportunities for me to do so without the struggle of finding a big name publisher.

I want to open an Etsy shop for my crochet pieces. Everytime I crochet anything the first thing people ask me is “Do you sell anything on Etsy?” My answer has always been no and when they ask me why I don’t have a very good reason. I think I’m just nervous to put myself out there. Well, time for that to change.

I want to read more books. I already read a lot, but I feel like I don’t make it a priority in my life anymore. There are so many books I’ve been meaning to read and there’s no time like the present.

I want to run a half marathon. I’ve run 5ks, 12ks, and Triathlons. Time to step it up a notch.

I want to earn my beer server certification. Now, I know this one seems a little random, but it’s something I’ve wanted to do since I graduated college. There is a test online that I can take and become a licensed cicerone, which is like a sommelier for beer. Why the heck not? I know a ton about beer already? Why not make it official?

I want to be more aggressive with my freelancing. I’ve been wanting to start freelancing on the side for a long, long time and, much like my Etsy store, I’ve been nervous to put myself out there. Time to change that!

I want to teach myself calligraphy and hand lettering. I’ve always been attracted to words and  I want to turn my words into art. There are so many free tutorials online so there’s honestly nothing standing in my way.

It’s easy for things that you really want to do to end up on the back burner, isn’t it? Well time for that to change. 

-EMS

The Night Before Christmas

It’s the night before Christmas and where am I now?

Sitting on the floor at my parents’ house,

Writing my blog post, which I need to finish,

Or risking facing some stupid punishment.

You see the problem I have is I’m drawing a blank,

I don’t know what to write, my post is going to tank.

It’s the night before Christmas, but I really don’t want to write,

About giving or holidays, that would just be trite.

I can’t write about crochet, work, or my runs,

I’ve written about all of those and I think I’m done.

I still need a topic, so I’ll just write,

About what I’m up to on this holiday night.

We’ve been watching movies, some old, some new.

And I’ve been crocheting a shawl the whole way through.

I left briefly when my yarn ran out and lost my seat,

To the cat, who is now fast asleep.

So I’m sitting on the floor, trying to rhyme.

I want my stupid blog post to publish in time.

Next time I agree to writing biweekly pieces,

I need to double check holidays, at the very least.

I had to write on Thanksgiving and now tonight,

And writing on holidays kind of bites.

 

So here’s my frickin’ blog post, I’m finally done.

Merry Christmas, you dork. Love you a ton.
-EMS