I start the year, at 29, unemployed, single and living with my parents. Some would maybe call my situation dismal or, frankly, sad.
Instead, I see opportunity. Possibility. Hope. There is no way to predict where and what I’ll be doing in 12 months and that is electrifying. I could make a list of resolutions, and I have a few that pertain to writing and running, but this year is my blank canvas and I don’t need to dirty it with expectations and regulations.
All I can strive to do is be a good person, have faith in God and follow along.
2014, let’s do this.