Mumford & Sons - The Wild
I’m not that into resolutions. There are the obvious ones: lose weight (just go for a walk, Hannah. Jesus), read more (always), quit your vices (maybe not yet on that one). We’re one week already into 2019 and not much has changed; I have gone on some walks, I’ve been reading every day, but I’ve still managed to watch Barry twice over and I spend at least half of my day in my bed, dreaming about marrying Bill Hader.
I made a promise to myself this time last year to film a bunch of video clips, and to my astonishment, I actually did it. My year, in 5 minutes, 51 seconds, across 25 states, 11 national parks, dozens of cities and truck stops, miles of interstate and hours in airports. It’s been wild to see it altogether and take some time to reflect on the good parts and the bad. I spent the last day of my year watching depressing movies and wandering around hospitals where said sad movies were filmed. 2018 ended just the way I expected it to: exploring, anxious, and just a tad weird.
But since I can make a resolution to try and remember to film video clips, I’m sure I can make grander promises to myself. I’m currently in a moment of crippling unknowing, which means it’s a time to keep myself up and move forward; I’ve been told multiple times by multiple people, “2019 will be your year!” and maybe this time round, I can focus on believing that. Bill Hader would want it that way.
Keep discovering.
Be creative.
Be bold.