I’ve never been one for New Year’s resolutions. I mean, sure I would tell myself I’m going to lose weight this year or I’m going to become more organized this year. All of the usual resolutions. And maybe I would succeed, maybe I wouldn’t. It wasn’t that serious. But I’ve never actually sat down and made a list of things that I wanted to accomplish the following year. Specific things that will make me a better person, and a better photographer.
I think it’s because I was afraid to fail. To transfer my goals, my dreams, my aspirations from my head to a piece of paper would make them real somehow. Tangible. It would also mean risking failure. Losing. Who would I be losing to? I’m not exactly sure. But it would feel like losing. And I hate losing. It’s just not in my nature. So I never made a list of resolutions.
This has been a big year, though. A year full of triumphs. And failures. But through it all, I’ve realized that if I don’t push myself, if I become satisfied with where I am now, my dreams will be just that. Dreams. So this year, I made a list of goals. Because I plan on making my dreams a reality.
Here’s to the end of a great year, the beginning of another, and to following your dreams.