I need to write. This year, I am going to.

Fearless and fierce.

Fuck the plan, this is the actualization.

2012 has a lot going for it already. It’s not 2011, or 2010, or even 2009, and these are all good things.

Apparently, I can survive a lot. We all can. We are all capable of surviving most anything.

It’s hard to keep a clear head when shit is rough. It’s hard to keep your focus forward when suddenly everything seems wrong, and just as hopeless as it ever was. It’s hard to keep hope when you don’t feel it’s possible. But it is. Anything, yes ANYTHING is possible.

Thus, in impossibly pretentious grandiose fashion, I declare 2012 the year of infinite possibility.

This year I will. This year I will. This year I will…

Continue to thrive, not survive. Have faith in myself. Have faith in others. Know that it will be ok. Know that I am better, and better off, than last year, and the last year, and the year before that, and turtles, all the way down.

Life’s about to change, change desperately, and I am the instigator of said change.

It’s going to be awesome.

My body will change.

My job will change.

My living situation will change.

My social situation will change.

My writing will change.

My comedy will change.

I will change the world with my comedy.

This blog? Yeah, It’ll change.

I will change.

Excited, hopeful, confident, strong, and sleepy. This is how we enter 2012.

Fearless.