While 2011 wasn’t my best year, it wasn’t what I would call a throwaway year, either. I learned so much more about my craft and myself. Growth is good, and I enjoyed almost every bit of it.

This brings me to you, 2012. While I appreciate moving forward intellectually, another year of that alone won’t do. I don’t expect opportunities to just drop out of the sky (Unless we’re talking about it raining men. I’m still awaiting that one.), but throw me a bone, will ya? I’ll do my part in taking things more seriously, and you bestow whatever luck you can upon my frustrated little soul. Be the year I can brag about 10 years from now. Don’t deny it, you’d love the attention. We can work together on this.

So far, this first week has been pleasant. Tiny good signs here and there. I’m hopeful. I mean, my Oprah Lifeclass journal came in the mail today, so how could I not be?

I’m gonna use this to write down all my hopes and dreams and tips on being a big baller. Move over, Anne Frank. This is my year.