2016

I was just looking back at last year's New Year's post where I was lamenting about the failure of the 'Last Grand Experiment.'

I was talking almost like one of the diet industry sheep that I despise so much.

This year I start off the new year in a better place. Yoga, rather than a diet, has reduced my back pain and lifted my spirits. Banning the negative inner monologue that ruled my life has calmed my mind and allowed me to relax more.

I've discovered the joy of lying on the floor and very actively doing nothing, and benefitting from it.

That's an accomplishment for 2015.

I still don't make 'resolutions' - but I decided a while ago that 2016 is the year of good health. I've ditched dieting for good, but I want to be dedicated to eating well, so we're clearing the fridge today and looking forward to stocking up on good food. My goal is to be up to handling a real life yoga class by my birthday - but if I'm not, I'm not.

My other goal is to decide how I'm going to proceed with writing. I'm utterly disenchanted with the process now and I'm not sure if it's because it's too easy - what's the point of working hard to put out a great book when someone else can come along, churn out nonsense, slap a cover on it and make bank and I have to scratch for $0.33 cents? I have a lot of story ideas but none of them really excite me enough to sit down and work on them.

I have a desire to create a new world to play in, but nothing is striking me as worth doing. I need a project.

I created my first photo book which should be arriving soon from Shutterfly and I seem to get the most enjoyment these days from taking pictures, but I'm not sure I want to undertake the Herculean task of producing a commercial photo book with no credentials. I don't want to create art that will sit in my closet either.

So I begin 2016 bored and a bit restless. My biggest goal this year will be to redefine my purpose. Off to get started.