I’m sitting in the Starbucks in Liverpool with my son, who is filling out internship applications, and Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue is playing. It’s one of my favorite pieces of music, and it’s good for a writing background. For whatever reason, it’s inspiring me to jot down my hopes for 2015, now approaching the end of its second day.
I’ve been on vacation for over a week, a much-needed mental health break from my day job. It’s given me time to think about what I want to accomplish this year – professionally, personally, for my writing work, for my health, for a whole lot of things.
In some ways, I feel like the last two years were a time of running in place for me. I would not call them wasted – I produced some work in my day job that I’m very proud of, including a couple of continuing education courses that I conceived, developed and taught on my own. I now have steady freelance writing work, something I’ve wanted to achieve for a long time. My work on the two library boards is important to me. I’ve assumed the title of president of one of the boards, the first time in my life I’ve held a top leadership position in any organization. I take satisfaction in having stepped up to that challenge.
However, the novel I’ve been picking away at since 2013 is nowhere near completion. I’ve written myself into a few corners from which I’m not sure how to escape. My self-promotion efforts have lagged. I weigh too much. I need to do my day job better, to learn more, to blog more (both at work and at home), to podcast more. I need to grow more as a person. Continue reading