ginger snapped.

I am not going to bother making any broad sweeping New Years resolutions as that will only ensure that I don’t accomplish them. I have had a cold, hard, sobering sort of year and I have allowed myself to wallow in the mourning of it for too many months now.

Instead, for every thing I have lost or that feels lost to me, I will write down one new thing each day that I have gained until I have 365 reasons to get out of bed in the morning to put on my make up and stilettos and walk into work with a smile behind coffee or tea depending on my mood.

In my art school major class we used to spend the first part of every day finding a poem, a paragraph, a sentence that we related to or liked in some way and we had to copy it down by hand into our writing journals before we were allowed to begin writing ourselves.

Some days this exercise was tedious and others it was inspiring, but I see the whole of the point Mrs. J was trying to make with it now.

She was teaching us the discipline to keep going.

I think I’ll start doing just that. 2011 almost burned me out, but there are still embers and where there is warmth there is the possibility of fire again.