Diary In The New Year

The new year has come upon us!

An expected excitement flurries about casual conversations these days, riding the high of embracing beginnings and implied self-improvement. Folks straddle the line between encouraging new year's resolutions and despising them -- Though I'd call myself more of a realist than a pessimist on the matter.

I face the coming 12 months with... fear. The changes and challenges of life know no end, and my trajectory surely isn't any exception.

Being an artist has always meant so much to me, yet, the older I become, the less I understand what that means. I feel trapped by every detail of any definition, and find myself entirely lost in the endless sea of possibility that I've found myself afloat in the middle of.

The more I know what I want out of life, the less capable I feel of ever achieving these goals, regardless of their true difficulty. I've grown paralyzed.

I do welcome the new year with an open mind, of course, though a desperate mind at that. How does one balance the chance of their fate with their capacity to fight for what they want?

-Andie

Do You Believe In New Year's Resolutions?

• Yes!
• Not Really...
• Sorta? I think they're harmless.