You are a very lucky year. For the first time in my life, I have absolutely no idea what to expect from you. In the past I had school and work filling up most of my time, with some fun, family and friends wedged into the gaps. Many people I know have full-time jobs to dictate their day-to-day activities,—for this year and perhaps longer. But me? No way. The possibilities are endless for me and you. Who knows what you have in store for me? Who can tell what curveballs I may throw your way?
In six months, I may be doing the same thing I am today—scraping together freelance and part-time work to pay rent, buy food, make payments. OR, I may be flying to Thailand for a random vacation that I can totally afford. In nine months, I may be moving into a cheaper place so I can afford fun, be near enough to the bars to walk home, and make new friends my age. OR, I may be moving to San Francisco to work at a totally rad arts magazine that is dying to have me on staff and also pay me lots. In 12 months, we may all be quitting our jobs and preparing for the apocalypse.
Let’s make a pact right now. Whatever happens, let’s make it awesome. It’s not often that you get a wildcard year, so let’s make this one exciting and good. I promise not to expect too much from you in the way of jobs or money, but I will absolutely not settle for the status quo. At the very least I think we can manage a new hobby or some crazy new friends.
I’ve got high hopes for you, 2011. Don’t let me down.
With love and hope,