It's after midnight so it's officially December 31st. This is the last day of the year and I'm feeling reflective. I've wasted so much time this year paralyzed by irrational fears and stifled by a job that constantly steals time from my other passions. I spent December desperately trying to get my life and myself back on track because I didn't recognize the person I had become.
I feel so much better about myself today than I did on December 1st. I have taken risks that I didn't think I would take and I am actively working to re-establish myself as an author. Bump That (the sequel to Bump This) will be out February 14, 2019. I'm done dragging my feet with the sequel and I'm done being afraid of what people will say about it. I want people to like it and to still relate to Keith, but I've reached the point where I don't care if people love it or hate it. I write for myself, not others. I've removed a lot of "political" aspects from the sequel, but I left some because it's part of Keith's college journey and I don't want to exclude it just because it might offend people. When I first started writing, I didn't shy away from uncomfortable topics and I don't see the logic in doing that now. I will continue to write whether Bump That sells one copy or one million copies. And today, that is all that matters to me.
I have so many things that I'd like to work on next year, but number one on my list is me. I'm slowly rediscovering the person I used to be. I love the old confident me and I can't wait to shed this current version of myself. I hope to one day view my lost years as the time that I spent in my cocoon becoming a butterfly. Mostly because I'm corny like that and I try to be "glass half full" as much as I can.
I am excited about the possibilities that the next year will bring. Now, I'm going to go to bed because I have a long last day of the year ahead of me.