Seriously though, around the time of the New Year a moment of reflection came upon me [this is not grammatically incorrect, as I did not take a moment to reflect upon the previous year, rather the moment sporatically came upon me].
At the end of 2012 I had interviewed for a position [which I was over-qualified for, however, I would advise you to leave out any sentiment regarding the Mayan calendar/pending apocalypse when interviewing for ANY job, even if you have made it to the third interviewer and they ask-again- "Where do you see yourself in 5 years?"] with a reputable, high-end, incredibly delicious specialty meats & game purveyor and was seeing a man who had potential to be something great; I had really felt that 2013 was going to be a
I put a lot of faith into 2013. And then I just fucking sat there, waiting for it to lead me to my next step, the next big thing, all without making a single move. Foolish.
New Year's Eve, 2013: I spent the night dancing like I wasn't going to have a job the next day. And I didn't. And you know what? It was glorious.
I started 2014 with the goal to create my own brand and my own success this year. While I am scrapping pennies and concocting game plans, I have never felt more confident and more sure that this is what I need to do. I welcome any failures, along with any success, because we all need to work our way through the weeds before we can flourish.
And so, at 7:50AM, 23 days after the start of 2014, I raise my half-empty mug of no longer-hot-enough coffee and salute the New Year! #LETSGO
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