I am looking at 2011 and wondering what is in store for me. I don't feel nearly as focused as I did at this point last year, when I had just begun this project and was blogging almost every day. But I do have some goals for 2011, and since I find that publicly stating goals helps me stick to them, here there are:
- finish a rewrite of Breaking Pairs by Feb 15th (if possible!)
- grow my studio by at least 5 more regular students
- write one or two new short plays to submit to festivals
- explore the idea I have for a musical
- train for and complete a 100 mile bike ride next fall
Where is my drive? That crazy the drive I felt all last year, the drive that got me out of bed at 6am to write for an hour before going to work, that kept me up til 1 or 2 am writing many nights, that wouldn't let me turn on something on netflix instead of being creative. It, like my immune system, seems to have gone on vacation. I miss it. I want it back. My boyfriend assures me I haven't lost it, that I'm still just recovering from the craziness of last year, that I'm still exhaling from holding my breath for so long. I sincerely hope he's right. Otherwise I'm going to find myself in the position of having to figure out how to do the thing that so many people assume I do all the time: kick my own ass. But the reality is, I rarely have to kick my own ass. It's historically a much bigger challenge for me to slow down than it is for me to gear up.
So, here I go. I begin with this humble blog post, and hope to slowly ramp up to full drive-mode over the next few days as I finally recover from this stupid cold. I'll keep you posted.