January 6, 2012.

I can’t believe it’s already six days into the new year.

I think this is a big year. A year where I do what I want to without anyone else taking preference. I put others first. It’s my downfall, but now I think it’s about time that I be selfish. This year is for me.

I made a goal when I swam in the Pacific Ocean this past August. My plan is to hit that goal, and swim in the ocean again when I’ve made it. The goal was to give myself to every written word that’s lingering in my brain. The goal was to give myself a challenge—mentally, my life has been a weird sort of being content without pushing my mind. The goal is to grow, and celebrate the “birth” of becoming a real adult.

I think I could go on for ages about water, and for my strange fascination for large bodies of water. I always feel content being near it. I don’t know how many “cool down” days of sitting in the park staring my town’s river I’ve had in the last year. The water represents life, I think. It always ebbs and flows. Sometimes creashes into waves, and almost always provides the perfect landscape.

Other goals:
-effectively launch a blog with my own .com — the posts won’t be “oh my god, life is over” but hopefully posts that document my journey to growing up, and possibly getting published, if that happens this year.
-read the most I can. I’m shooting for 100 books. I think I can make it.
-make my mother (and my father, if he were alive) proud
-visit the east coast again. I need Baltimore, WaWa, and my friends there in my life. For at least a few days. Maybe a week.