As I am writing this, I am listening to my “Dancing on the other side” playlist on Spotify. Dancing on the other side of heartbreak, that is. I’m not quite there, but this music helps. It hurts, and it affirms my strength. Music is funny that way.
But writing is what really helps.
It’s also where the greatest pain awaits me. That’s because of the story that I need to write. I’m processing. Sorting through the ideas and what the story wants to look like. I’m almost ready to get to work.
I know I am going to have to go at it with reckless abandon. I have absolutely nothing to lose when it comes to writing this story. In a lot of other ways, I have nothing to lose either.
I’m not one for making New Year’s resolutions. But the new year looms. And it looms big. It feels that way. Perhaps because I’m so over 2018.
But I will dance into the new year and I will do so with reckless abandon as well. 2019 will be what I make of it. Nobody else is going to get to have a say in that and nobody will ever do to me again what I’ve been through this year. Never again.
If I have any resolution to make, it’s that.