January 2019: Recap
I am [hopefully] committing to the thing. ["the thing" is blogging. regularly.] [I have committed to this before. Once every February, in fact.] I want to say it's different this year, that the words matter more now than they did before, that I'm ready to be inspired & inspiring. But none of it is really all that true. It's probably not different this year. I made it a "resolution" to blog monthly, but I'll miss some months here and there because it's who I am. The words don't really matter any more now than they did a year ago—or four years ago, when I started this whole blog ordeal. They're heavier sometimes, more alive and real. But they don't magically hold more importance. And I'm not "inspired." I don't feel an urge to write and suddenly bleed beauty everywhere. I wish it were like that, though; it would be neat. I've always been the [very millennial] type to think the words can