No Time for Reservations

The fireworks have died out, the last bangs have faded with the smoky remnants of the previous year. People come out of their houses in groups of two and three, huddled under blankets and beanies. They look to the sky as if something magical will happen in the next few seconds.

It’s the end of the year, the start of the new one. Just like the changing of the seasons, it happens every year.

But this year seems different, more promising, less gut-wrenchingly destructive.

There’s a palpable serenity in the air, and as I sit curled up on the couch with my partner, our two pups to either side of us, a glass of champagne in our hands, a calmness sets in.

It’s not the usual calmness–the one before a storm, but one that is soul-deep, one that envelopes the entire body and mind. It’s almost as if the new year is actually bringing something entirely new to the world.

It makes me think.

What am I going to do with this energy? What am I going to do to change my life? Will I sit on this couch and be content with what I have? Will I put myself out there and take the chances I’ve been dreaming about? Will I finally have the motivation to create the life I’ve always wanted but felt I could never have for one reason or the other?

All I know is that it’s time to stop asking myself “what if” questions and start taking intentional action. I will be successful in all my ventures, both personal and professional. I will make my dreams come true. I will be able to support myself and my loved ones.

For fucks sake, it’s 2018, and I’m not going to waste another year letting my fear control me.

I don’t have time for any reservations.



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