How did you bring in 2020? Did you go out to a party with friends or spend a quiet night at home? Perhaps you’re asleep right now. After all, I am writing this at nearly 2 o’ clock in the morning. Me? I spent it watching American Dad and texting with my best friend. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
With all of the end-of-decade reviews, I was reminded of where I was ten years ago. I remind myself every year. I call it my “kick in the butt” story. January 1, 2010 I rang in the New Year at a Roger Cline and the Peacemakers concert. I worked at the Celebrity Theatre at the time. I had barely eaten all day, was buzzing on coffee, and had one of the most upbeat nights up to that point. That was the night I decided it was time to take chances.
I had been going back and forth in my head on if I wanted to be a writer. That night, among all of the guests that I knew, I was especially excited to see Jim. Jim, the Celebrity’s former stage manager. Jim, who had been taken off life support nine months earlier and was walking through my club doors. I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek and told him that guests had come by and thought he had died. “I heard that rumour,” he said. “I was worried.”
Instead of wishing me a Happy New Year that night, he said the one sentence I remember every time I need to motivate myself: “May your dreams come true this year.” That was the moment I knew I was quitting my job and became a writer.
I had finished telling this story to a co-worker, last week, when a sweet lady from another department brought treats and a card. Inscribed inside: “May your Christmas dreams come true.”
That’s when I knew. I knew that despite taking a break from professional writing for the last year to regain my peace of mind, It’s time. It’s time to make Dreams into Goals into Reality. It’s Time, 2020!
Happy New Year!! Happy New Decade!!