Atti squealing with delight when he unwraps his new little piano toy
As I was compiling my list of crafty goals and plans for the year, I was tempted to erase them all and just write down, “Have one year go the way I think it will.” Three days in and I’m already being faced with some things headed my way that could change the whole direction of things for the foreseeable future. (No, I’m not pregnant.)
My crafty goal list is largely untouched other than taking off the few things I did manage to accomplish, mainly because there is still so much good stuff on there I want to get to if things like a move and two new careers would stop getting in my way. But, I don’t want them to stop getting in my way.
I’ve been thinking about what my Word of the Year will be this time around, and I’m thinking: Dedication. I’ve signed myself up for a whole lot of work, with my fingers all in a whole lot of pies, but I can’t help it. There’s a lot that’s important to me and a lot I want to do. Now is the time to rise up and meet the opportunities that have come my way.
I never in a million years would have predicted how 2010 shaped up. We faced another big move that sucked up most of my creative time this year, but what really changed things was getting the opportunity to write for the Guardian. 2010 is the year I can say I’m a writer.
It’s also the year I became an honest to goodness activist. For women, for gays, and now for war effected people of Africa.
My word for 2010 was, “Begin.” I think I did.