The first day of 2011 found me home with a sick child while the rest of the family gathered at my in-laws for black-eyed peas and board games. I’m trying to not dwell on the possible ramifications of having missed out on the “good luck” black-eyed peas and instead focus on something that came to me during the many quiet hours of January 1st. This year, I’m going to try something new. I am going to try to experience life unlike my true nature dictates.
I am a “jump in and get it over,” “whole enchilada,” “all or nothing,” kind of gal. I have always assumed that is just who I am. But what if for a year I try to intentionally “dip my toes in,” “take just a little taste,” or “partially accomplish” things? Will it be so bad? I don’t know, but I’m going to give it a shot for a year. A whole year of my life, I’m going to try to be someone I’m not. Will I merely be a poser? Or will I become a new me?