Well. This has been a year.
Did you know someone made 2016 into a horror movie trailer, and it made sense?
"Do you know who died??"
This damn year.
But now that we're sitting at December 30, and Tom Hanks still hasn't been taken by the '16 Reaper, we have a choice. We can either step forward into the next chapter with fear, or we can step forward with conviction and hope. And really, do you think Carrie Fisher would want us to be afraid and only afraid and not do anything else?
So through the fear, here are my goals. Some of them may be stupid. Some of them will look small and trite. But here we are.
. I'm going to find an agent.
. I'm going to make 100 submissions.
. I'm going to continue to not to hold my tongue when someone says something bigoted in a conversation.
. I'm going to continue to learn how to be a better ally. And I'm going to educate myself.
. I will not hide who I am.
. I will watch Galavant again. Because it's a damn good show.
. I will recycle.
. I will teach my dog how to sit still for his brushing, because all of my clothes look like a Yeti tried to eat me.
. I'm going to find a way to save more money and send it to places who need it. We did a couple of donations this year, but it wasn't enough.
. I will keep up with friends, even the ones not on social media.
. I will lose weight. But I will lose weight to feel better. I won't lose weight so I can put a number to my worth.
. I will learn how to listen.
. I will apply for grants and residencies.
. I will try to be a good force in the world. And I will teach children they are empowered. And I will signal boost other good forces.
. I will be as badass as Kate McKinnon.
I really hope you are safe in the New Year. I hope you find even a sliver of happiness. I hope you know you're not alone.
No one is alone.
We're Gonna be All Right.
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Dawson is a writer. This is her blog. In it, you shall read about reading. And writing. And cheeseburgers. Sometimes there are tangents. Huzzah.