Like leap year, #keithyear doesn’t come along very often…and then not on any clear schedule. It’s been decided, nay decreed (by kittens no less), however, that 2016 shall be my year. Hashtag keithyear. The year I do less of what’s expected and more of what sustains me.
9 days in and so far so good.
Ringing in the New Year involved a good friend, pajama pants, Avengers movies, and a bottle of muscato. We’re classy like that. Then I was whisked away to a tropical paradise by 3 of the people I love most in this world. We spent the next few days staring at the most stunning sunrises, soaking in gorgeous ocean views, belting out impromptu Pandora karaoke, eating whatever our fumbling attempts at Spanish yielded in local restaurants, and drinking to absent friends.
I think I finally figured out how to relax. It involves a hammock and brown pelicans.
Since then I’ve turned down a speaking engagement (I don’t remember ever having done that before), gone to a bar with a friend NOT for a special occasion, and am going today to look at a new apartment.
If years are defined by how they start, well, not bad 2016. Not bad at all.