I have a blank, caramel notebook in my bag. A brand new papery slate for 2020 recordings. It was a December gift from my boyfriend, since they know I had a persistent tendency and love of writing. I had just filled up a faux-leather book earlier in 2019, closing out two years worth of personal victories, adventures and calamities during my end time at a 4-year university.
Each year, I have a habit of writing out a handful of questions and answers and recapping the year in brief terms for family, friends, love, business, music, travel, food, etc.
I pose questions for the following year and give some much needed answers for what happened the year prior. Then I set a list of goals and items I hope to learn in the following year.
Finally, I tape the pages together, sealing the yearly update and well wishes for the year to come. The words aren’t seen again until the close of the year.
Typically, this reveal happens on New Year’s Eve. I slice the tape on last year’s recap and spend the day responding to my past self in an annual conversation between my past and present.
This year, my recap was amusing, loftier and more uplifting than I would have thought. I was more positive in my yearly assumptions, considering the fact I was dreading rough waters ahead in 2019.
The waters were more rough than I could have imagined. However, I can say I survived.
I did less traveling, experienced heartbreak, reached new goals in work and business ventures, moved twice, made new friends, filled out a lot of paperwork, spent a fair amount of money, explored new restaurants and did some music-fueled soul searching. Closing out the year in a new relationship, business, home and place in life.
The holiday season in hectic so I left my yearly recorded recap for this week. It’s the week where everyone is back to work, and where I find myself back to writing as well.
I know some people may start the year with resolutions or intentions. Others track fresh-baked goals, conduct personal experiments or select certain monthly challenges. I think these are all valid ideas. We each find what works to keep us on track.
My approach is to journal as a way to remind myself of my vision, with a written time capsule behind the scenes that contains all the juicier details. Not to be opened until the 11th hour of 2020.