This is going to be a big year. This is going to be a full year. A year of babies, and weddings and endings and beginnings. I am standing on the very edge of it all about to dive in but am thankful for a few days in which I can revel in this in-between space.

I like resolutions just like I like the first page of a new notebook and a freshly sharpened case of pencils. At first they are beautiful but quickly become intimidating and once the courage is finally plucked to begin they lose all of their shimmer and become quotidien.

I don’t want to make a huge list of things that I will, inevitably, fail at. I have enough of my current plate with a thesis, a typography project that literally makes me want to never go back to college because I cannot wrap my tiny head around it’s giant mass and a degree project that never gets enough of my attention. I am not complaining I am just apprehensive and excited and holding off diving in for as long as I can because it’s comfortable on my couch and Gossip Girl is on Netflix. And there’s brownies.

This year I am making a vow of conviction. I will have conviction in my work, with my tutors, in what I want to do and where I want to go. I hope it works.