I still don’t really feel like it’s a new year yet, but before we reach the two-week mark, I lose track of time completely and then it’s April, I should reflect briefly.
“What We’re Giving Up On in 2015” was touted here and there by people I don’t hate and includes a few people I know to varying degrees, so I read it instead of feeling the ¯_(ツ)_/¯ I do with most end-of-year/new beginnings things (I almost typed “content,” which is certainly a sign some something not good).
I only have two examples of admitting to knowing my limitations:
1. I’m not going to break news like ever. I do write full-time for a living, though I never feel like a writer, and I would hesitate to call myself a journalist, but what I really know I’m not is a reporter and I’m never going to be one.
I am able to conduct interviews when the mood strikes me, however, I don’t pound pavements or maintain a rolodex (so to speak) of sources. In a nutshell, I hate and am petrified by talking to strangers.
Funny, Gothamist just made a distinction between reporters and bloggers in two roles for which its hiring: reporter/blogger and blogger/reporter. I am of the latter strain.
2. I’m never going to be a woman who runs around town in heels. I’m not even going to be a woman who wears flats to work and then switches into heels, regularly (not saying never). I don’t even mean an overly sexy, spindly look (though I do love these shoes) but something more understated but colorful like this. I enjoy comfort, walking fast, am not short enough to care, and am deeply paranoid about knocking any more teeth out of face. If I haven’t mastered walking in 4″ heels by this point in life, it’s not ever going to happen. These cheap, frumpkin shoes just arrived at my door and I’m going to wear the hell out of them.
speaking as a recovering “i’ll just be awesome and wait to be noticed” person: THIS STRATEGY DOES NOT WORK! BOTHER PEOPLE!
— Emily Gould (@EmilyGould) January 6, 2015
One more thing. I get embarrassed to admit that I follow so much successful young and young-ish women and media stuff. Well, sometimes. And I rarely favorite tweets (this is not a never-will-I but a not-how-I-use-Twitter thing. This was the recipient of my only gold star this year). I also hate admitting that I can be inspired by tweets (definitely not inspirational quotes on Pinterest) but the above truth is the most right on thing I’ve seen so far in 2015.
After I recover from this head cold, I am going to become very bothersome.
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