Lists
Goals
Dreams
I’m writing down dazzling intentions with momentary optimism and foolish hope.
Within the flowing ink forms a perfect version of me. On paper she is curated, planned out to a tee, formed of over-the-top expectations and shaped into an unrealistic ideal. I, like most of us, dream of better realities for the upcoming year. Even knowing that there are only so many hours and so many days doesn’t stop my aspirations to become constantly moving like an unstoppable wave.
New year, new beginnings. So why not a new me? After all hope springs eternal.
Old lists sit covered in dust, discarded and folded on shelves. Half attempts and some failed efforts lay crumpled; missing check marks and crossed out lines here and there. On their pages are unpursued dreams, unfinished goals and empty promises. Alternate versions of me lay dormant on those long abandoned pages.
However, alongside the deserted intentions are achievements. Milestones reached, goals fulfilled and sparkling accomplishments. Not everything written was attained but life was lived, ideas changed, memories made and time redistributed. Throughout the year in mismatched ink were newly discovered ideas and dreams that a past me would have never dreamt.
So here I sit, at the precipice of a new year with pens in hand ready to conjure up yet another edition of future me. I know all won’t be completed and I know that more will be discovered.
Maybe this year, along with the fireworks, a new me will spark. Maybe as the ball dropped this fantastical version will settle down into its place. And as the clock struck twelve I realized I do not need that version at all.
All I know is that as the chorus of Auld Lang Syne rang out it coated the world in New Year’s magic of renewal and possibilities.