52 Thoughts For The End of The Year
She's writing a list. She's not checking it at all. She's hitting send. Oh my god, what is she doing?
January is closing in, and I have a lot of hanging thoughts. So many, in fact, that I’m publishing on Christmas Eve - a gross violation of this sacred inbox empty do not disturb time has no meaning part of the year.
Please love me anyway.
Below are rapid-fire lists of everything I wanted to get down before 2024. It’s a lot like Oprah’s favourite things, except some of these are sad and no one leaves with a car.
So it’s actually not like that at all. It’s much worse.
Merry Christmas!
My 2023 confessions:
I’ve been procrastinating this blog.
I’ve been procrastinating writing in general.
I’m worried everyone noticed.
I’m worried nobody noticed.
I’m still only on season two of The Crown.
Despite having the biggest year of my career, buying a home, and hitting 90% of my goals, I feel unaccomplished.
I’m starting to think “feeling unaccomplished" is just a core part of my essence.
I might be the most annoying person ever? Am I? Be honest.
What I’m grieving:
Not being home for my grandmother’s (probably) last Christmas.
Our pet rabbit, Bruce.
My family’s struggles with loss and mental health.
My former savings account (now a deep abyss of renovation debt).
The continued popularity of ballet flats.
All four hairs that turned grey this year. Don’t they know I’m just a girl?
What I’m embracing, now and in 2024:
Writing at a slower pace.
The insecurity/pride/joy/nausea that comes from people reading my work.
Rest as a necessary part of the creative process.
Seeing myself as an artist.
Makeup-free workdays.
Smut. Filthy, filthy smut.
Deeply embarrassing (and funny) Instagram memes about said smut.
The cowlick in my hair that won’t be tamed.
Not wanting to leave the house because it’s yucky out there.
A continued celebration of girlhood.
Scrolling Pinterest, the social media platform of Platonic ideals (Pin-tonic ideals).
Tumblr-inspired mirror selfies.
Romanticizing little luxuries.
Mood boards.
Yearnposting.
Writing on paper, not screens.
Revisiting my backlog of content instead of always starting fresh.
Revisiting favourite books for inspiration.
High heels on my tippies (in reference to dance and as a bandwagon Barb)
The golden rule of writing: ass in chair.
It’s my blog, I can do what I want to.
Things I will never embrace (no you can’t make me stop trying)
Ballet flats.
“Add Yours” Instagram story prompts. The chainmail of Millennials.
Timothée Chalamet.
What I’m excited for in the New Year
My Pinterest vision board (I used to make my annual goals in Excel, which now feels gross and somehow derogatory).
Learning to sew.
My burgeoning business as a freelancer (yes, you can hire me to write for you)!
Smut again.
The expansion of the Sarah J. Maas universe. IYKYK.
Hosting more dinner parties and blending friend groups.
Creating new traditions in our home.
Finding a writing community (Plz hold me accountable. I need writing friends).
Starting a book club.
Writing more lists? Maybe? Do we like this?
Miscellaneous:
Britney Spears giving the finger is the blueprint for 2024.
Remembering 2023 in memes.
Remembering my year in books.
Growth - especially with content - is cringey as hell. Thank you for reading anyway.
Phew. I feel better.
Do you feel better?
What are your hanging thoughts on the year?