New Year's Eve is my favorite holiday.
Well, it might not be as glamorous as Christmas or as family-centered as Thanksgiving, but there's nothing like watching the sky burst into colorful light while knowing that from that moment on, you're stepping into a new year.
No, I know there's nothing magical about it. I'm going to be the same tired, drained person I was the day before. But I love the opportunity for a fresh start. I love sitting down and planning out a new path, a new goal to pursue.
This year, it will be a little different. I'm not putting down some huge, overwhelming goals that make my stomach twist just thinking about them.
My goal for 2021: grow.
I'm not very good at studying. I like to read, but I want to get the information quickly. I don't want to have to sit there and think about it. For so much of my life, I've gotten by with the knowledge I googled for 5 minutes or already had, thanks to my parents' good upbringing and a decent short-term memory. I thought I was good.
But if 2020 taught me anything, it's that you can't give what you don't have, and for most of the year, I was running on empty.
It's not enough that a know a lot about the Bible. It's not enough that I have more experience than some people. It's not enough that I can pick up some surface-level stuff and use it in my everyday life. This year, I want to stop putting out so much of my little wisdom and instead take in, absorb more. More of God. More from people who are way smarter and wiser than I. Stop being okay with being just okay.
I will keep writing, keep doing what I love, but I will listen more, read more, meditate more. I want to cut out the distractions in my life so I can hear what God is telling me. So while you may not hear from me as much this year as others, believe me that in the long run, it will be healthier for me and better for my writing. My wish is that I can make a bigger impact, become more like Christ.