I didn’t think I’d have any particular goals this year, other than the ones I normally make throughout the year. My reading time is slim, so I didn’t want to make any reading goals, such as the number of books I’ll read. While I want to continue reading deliberately, I also have to realize that there’s going to be more fluff in my reading than there normally might.
So after I read this quote that I’ll paste at the bottom of this post (over at Smoothpebble), I realized that there’s been something pinging around in my brain for a while, and I took it out and decided to make it my inspiration for the year:
I want to live harder, love harder, write harder, read harder. You could replace harder with ‘be more passionate’, I suppose, but I like the feeling that harder invokes. Sometimes I take a child and hug them as hard as I can. I make a joke out of it by grunting and turning red. They love it. So instead of joking about it, I’m going to do it. I’m going to hug harder. I’m going to love my husband harder. I’m going to write harder.
And this was all inspired by this:
“Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.” — Alan Watts