It’s 2018. Screw resolutions. Especially the expected and traditional ones.
Instead, let’s view the new year as a fresh start, a way to share in the spirit of renewal with friends and family. There is something exhilarating about a new year. It can represent new opportunities and new stabs to improve ou
rselves and to be better towards others.
Looking back, 2017 was an eventful year for the Restless Writers. Probably the most jarring was that one of us moved across the country (like, super far away). After the initial shock (that it really happened), we swiftly figured out Google’s Duo App to be able to keep our monthly get-together inclusive. This resulted in duct-taping our writing pal (and phone) to the back of a wooden chair. Phew, still a foursome.
We celebrated weddings. A first (just babes at barely 30). And a second (a duo rocking 80). Both teary (for reasons unique), yet happy and joyful like a wedding ought to be. The message here—love like there is no tomorrow. Let’s all live this one in 2018.
We attended funerals. We mourned friends and loved ones. And continue to do so.
We also made stuff. Cool stuff, like nachos in a Bundt pan (thank you, Pinterest). Healthy stuff, like kale and quinoa salad. Sad stuff, like flower arrangements and picture boards. Comfort stuff, like chocolate chip cookies and gooey brie puff pastry. Festive stuff, like trees made from plastic spoons and paper stars made from an old dictionary.
We performed stuff. Personal stuff. Fearlessly, among friends. And discovered the “central moment of powerful truth.”
We wrote stuff too. Poems. Chapters. Resumes. Sympathy cards. Obits.
We received more rejection emails. Some encouraging, some downright icy.
Oh! How can I forget about a fun first for us—we planned a one-day writing retreat. Soon to be an annual event!
And as usual, we continued to talk business plans, value proposition, refining our brand, “setting up shop,” craft markets, Etsy, Amazon Handmade, and loads of other creative pursuits because, let’s face it girls, we will never quit our daydreams. Not ever.
On that note, may this new year give you the opportunity to renew, to love, and to follow your daydreams.
Happy New Year. Happy Everything!
It’s almost summer and another year has gone by where our ‘small but writey’ group has not taken a proper writing retreat—something we have traditionally looked forward to almost as much as Dyment’s buttertarts.
Andrea
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Sharon
Maria
Restless Writers 