I know this may be a shocker and all, but growing up I was *quite* the little scholar. I basically spent months prepping for the first day of kindergarten, after which I lamented to my mom that it was a huge let down because we weren’t assigned any homework. (She tells me that, at that point, she wondered if I was really her daughter.) : ) Most days after school, my sister and I would go outside and play with the neighborhood kids, but on the days we didn’t, I would happily line up my stuffed animals and re-teach them everything I had learned earlier that day. (Is it getting weird yet?) I even drafted packets of puzzles and brainteasers to sell to the neighbors, who in hindsight probably shook their heads as a six-year-old walked away with a few quarters in exchange for a self-published book of math problems. For those who still aren’t convinced, here is photographic evidence:
Just so we’re on the same page, I fully expect you to hold that against me one day. : ) Fortunately, although I’ve lost a few of the more, shall we say, *endearing* displays of scholarly behavior, I still love making a good list, organizing things and dreaming up future ideas. And for these reasons, plus maybe a little bit because of champagne, I looove New Year’s Eve.
2013 has been a full, steady year. It contained heading west from New York City to Seattle. Moving just 10 minutes away from my sister after so many years on separate continents. Sharing game days and pancake breakfasts with friends that I previously only saw on holiday breaks. Trips to Cincinnati and Fort Lauderdale, Chicago and New York City. The possibility of setting up roots in a place — seeing how meaningful it is to make friendships knowing they could be forever neighbors, how satisfying it is to buy a floor mat and think, yup, this baby’s sticking around for a while. (Just me?)
And I’m so excited for 2014. I see so much possibility in this year, have so much hope for what it can be. I hope to continue to travel — to visit friends in California and Idaho, Illinois and New York. Save for a trip abroad. Volunteer. To write more, on this blog and in magazine articles and maybe even in the beginning pages of a book. To spend time with the people I love who are minutes away, and to reach out often and intentionally to the ones that I love all over the country. To fall in love. Eat healthy and move often. Grow professionally. Get the hang of this tweeting / instagramming / facebooking / are-we-still-all-together-at-this-very-second-just-checking rhythm. To continue to try new things, brave things, things that make me a better, more alive, more compassionate, more inspired and connected person.
This New Year’s Eve, I’ll be having friends over at my apartment, watching fireworks from the rooftop at midnight, and bar-hopping wherever the night leads. I hope it’s a good mix of what’s to come in 2014 — old friends, new friends, a little mischief, and a whole lot of fun. Happy New Year!