I’ve been thinking about this post for several weeks.
There are so many things I could write about – overcoming obstacles, broken hearts, depression, blah blah blah – but instead, let’s talk about first kisses. Oh yes.
In my ever so humble opinion, one of the best things in the world is a first kiss with someone you’re attracted to. You know that feeling of anticipation? When you look over at them, and keep noticing how maybe their eyes crinkle at the corners when they laugh and maybe the curve of their lips as they talk, and you keep thinking about how great that kiss might be, and then when they kiss you it’s like “holy shit I’m FINALLY kissing them and it’s SO GOOD” so you get that double shot of amazing feels because 1) it’s a great kiss, and 2) you’re kissing this person you have a crush on?
I love kisses like that.
It’s not a secret that I love new beginnings- Mondays, New Years, birthdays, new planners- so I think that my excitement about first kisses fits nicely right into that category. I mean, the main goal is to find someone who gives me that shot of passion every time I kiss him, but still. First kisses. Yes. Please.
Right now, it’s the last morning of 2020. 2021 is coming, and right now it feels like first kiss anticipation for me. I have high hopes that 2021 is going to be a great, great year. Yes, I realize that this global pandemic is going to still be happening. I realize that I’m going to be back in Edmonton and be in isolation for a long while. I realize that life isn’t going to be “normal”, whatever that means, maybe not ever again.
But I keep noticing the crinkles around 2021’s green eyes, and feeling that bubbling hope is rising in my chest. I have so much faith that it’s going to be SO MUCH BETTER THAN 2020, mostly because I’m so much better than I was this time last year. I haven’t ever felt more like me, and I have some big plans for 2021, even if it’s disappointing (side note – there is nothing worse than anticipating a good first kiss and then the kiss be mediocre or worse… there’s a dead tongue or someone who won’t open their mouth or something equally horrific).
Oh, I have plans, you ask? Am I going to share, you wonder?
Turns out, I’m really good at holding myself accountable with a public post, so wonder no more, dear reader!
2021 Goal #1
During my longest Hinton hometown stay this year, I was working from home, I know no one here anymore (minus my one amazing sweetheart of a friend who I’ve known for over 30 years, holy shit), and I was really messed up – so I took inspiration from an Instagram friend and started walking.
I walked a lot in 2020 – I actually tracked May, June, July, August, and September, and those months I walked 691.31 kilometres. Yep. I’d put music on, and just go. Every day I wrote down my final step count, and put a shiny sticker in my planner if I went for a walk intentionally, and that made me so freaking happy.
So, 2021 Goal #1. Walk an intentional 100 miles every month this year, barring major injury. 100 miles is 160 kilometres. Now I really, really need new shoes.
2021 Goal #2
Another really bright point of this year has been getting creative again. My family is insanely creative – wildly, brilliantly creative with wood and glass and painting and lighting and floral design and food- and, not to toot my own horn (TOOT TOOT, MOTHER FUCKERS), but I’m pretty creative too.
At some point over the last few years, I lost my creative mojo. I mean, I could still build something creative. But I lost my inspiration, developed writers block, and stopped creating. I stopped sewing after a mistake (and gained weight), I stopped writing, I just… stopped. I don’t know why.
But, shocking, 2020 gave me the gift of being creative again. In an amazing twist, I started writing at work. Like, really writing. And I’m in love- it’s been 11 years in my chosen field, and I am finally a writer, which is what I always wanted to be. I started building wreaths for my home (really. I made a monster wreath out of pompoms and googly eyes for Halloween). I built Christmas pots with my mom for the holidays. I cross stitched and sewed a 1950s inspired apron for Christmas gifts. I baked and cooked a bunch (I even went off recipe, which NEVER HAPPENS).
2021 Goal #2 is to keep that creative juice going. I want to keep creating, specifically with sewing and writing. Hell, maybe 2021 will be the year I finish that long tortured novel. Honestly, I don’t know how I’ll keep myself accountable to this one – but it’s not like I have to measure these goals (minus the miles) so what the hey.
2021 Goal #3
Keeping in mind that too many goals can overwhelm, this goal is slightly lazier than the rest, but for me, it might be the most important. My third goal is simple (in addition to being lazier and not as focused):
I am going to keep getting better.
2020 was hard. It was heartbreaking and trying and frustrating and devastating, and honestly, I feel really guilty about writing this, but it’s been my year. It certainly didn’t start that way, but it’s ending that way. I have rediscovered myself, I’ve healed myself using a magical mix of western and alternative medicine and yoga and meditation and walking and vulnerability and soul searching, and I feel more like me than I have in 10 years.
2020 has made me remember who I really am – passionate, creative, infinitely powerful, driven, unabashed, confident. Yes, it brought me to my knees first, but it also brought me back to cooking, and dance parties, and smiling from the moment I wake up until the moment I go to bed. It brought me back to building my own environment, and baking for my friends, and being inspired for life. So for that, 2020, I’m forever grateful.
But I truly believe that we are here to keep growing – mentally, physically, spiritually. So with all of the work that I’ve put into myself, my final 2021 goal is to keep on, keeping on. I want to keep getting stronger and healthier and happier.
So, time for my final wishes for us all for 2021.
More creativity. More growth. More joyful movement, whether we walk or run or bike or swim or dance. More vulnerable conversations with the people we love. Hell, more time with the people we love – board games and FaceTime calls and in person visits (socially distanced until we are all vaccinated, please, or just watch your cohorts) and general good times. More really great kisses, whether they are first kisses or thousandth kisses or friend kisses or lover kisses. More gratitude.
And, finally, my always New Year resolution for us all – more great sex.
Bring it on, 2021. I’m so ready for you.