It’s been almost a year since I started this blog. I feel like I haven’t done a whole heck of a lot with it. The feelings that I mentioned when I started it – that I simply didn’t have enough to say to merit ascending some kind of soapbox – are still with me.
It’s been a long, kind of rough year. There have been ups and downs, some of them not all that pretty. I wrote a novel and decided I loved the writing and hated the product, so one of my goals for this year is to focus a little more on that. Hopefully one day I’ll write something I actually like and enjoy.
I also finally got up the courage to quit my job and find something else in the city. This was not an easy decision – I crave safety and stability, and the new job and new lifestyle mean a lot less of both. Even now, searching for a new apartment, I find myself on the verge of panic attacks. About money, mostly, or public transport, or the potential earthquakes and tsunamis that Japan is expecting in the region I’m planning to move to. I worry that I’m making a bad decision, and bad decisions take a long time to fix.
But I guess at the end of the day, one of the weird things about getting older is knowing you’re likely to survive most things. I know things will work out OK. By which I mean I really, really hope they will.
Anyway. In these last (approximately) 30 days before my blog’s first birthday, I’d like to challenge myself to blog as often as possible. I’m aiming for every day, but let’s say that another of my challenges this month is to be a little more forgiving of myself, and to see any kind of success as better than nothing.