That’s stupid. It’s redundant. A beginning is new.
January should be about a fresh beginning or time for a redo.
Last January I had just purchased a ninety-two year old, disaster of a house. I wanted to try my hand at house flipping.
I had to go to court in order to give my tenant the boot. (They won’t pay the rent.)
This year a house-flip is at the bottom of my “gotta give it a try” list. The January before that I had been a few years at volunteering with wolves and wolf-dogs. I had a blast with that venture until we made a move. I told the wolves ‘good-bye’ and left for the Piney Woods.
I miss the wolves.
So…for the past three January’s I’ve gone from wolves to house-flipping to writing. I don’t see a theme here.
What’s my agenda?
I’m not searching for adventure or personal satisfaction. There are simply ‘things’ I’d like to try.
For 2018 I hope to concentrate on writing. So far I want to do a tween novella, another children’s book and maybe a travel-misadventure piece. My sister and I have accumulated many miles on the road and even some off-road trails. I expect memorializing our spur-of-the-moment travels will be as much fun as growing the memories.
I’m not sure what my 2018 new beginning will be; haven’t wasted time to think about it. It’s best to not search for the next new. I’ll just let it happen and hope for fresh, not new.