It’s a busy time of year for me, and having work on top of the usual stuff means I can’t do what I’ve done in previous years and stay up until the early hours of the morning to write a post. I’ve got a bedtime.
With today comes the end of 2016 In some places it might already be the new year, but here there are still 14 hours. I’ll be hearing from my friends in Asia wishing me a happy new year soon. And then my friends in Europe will say it. Then my friends in Quebec. Finally, 2017 will reach Calgary.
Months ago, I likened Calgary to a black hole. I can feel it now, tying me to it with family and friends and a job and projects. The longer I stay, the more difficult it will be for me to leave, but it also feels a bit like it’s suffocating me. There’s no room to breathe here, despite the mountain air and prairies of space. I want to see more of the world. I want to leave.
It’s been a good year for me, I think. In the grand scheme of things, at least. I graduated, I came home from England, I wrote a lot. But I feel like the bulk of my accomplishments were done in the first six months. As soon as I got home, everything slowed down. I’m too comfortable here.
I don’t know what I’m going to accomplish this coming year, but I hope to accomplish more.
Hope you all have a Happy New Year.
Precarious Writer 
It is a good time to keep our eyes open to new possibilities.
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