Ugh. Winter. Amirite?

I love Winter. It's my favorite season. But I am just having the hardest time coming up with reasons to look forward to next year. So since I'm a masochist, this is the "reasons 2017 might not suck as hard as I think it's going to" list. I'm determined not to stop listing until I have at least twelve.

1) If I stay on schedule, I could actually receive my PhD this year. I know I've said this before, that's why this list includes the word "might" in the title.

2) Plants grow in the Spring, so I can start my seedlings next month or so.

3) I get to celebrate everybody's birthday ALL OVER AGAIN!!! Thank-you, Facebook.

4) I could finally move to Idaho. I'm just waiting for the word. I have all my winter clothes packed. Under my skin, really. This *gestures to abundant self* never gets cold.

5) This could be the year I meet a kind, intelligent, confident, single, and open-minded man who wants to spend time with me. Any time at all. Five minutes conversation? I should learn how to simper.

6) I'll get a new niece and a new peanut this year, and I usually get to spend time with the few I already have. Sometimes that's not horrible - when they don't gang up on me.

7) I could get to work with more talented writers in their dissertations or fiction projects! W00t! People are my favorite part of editing.

8) A whole year is a lot of time. There might be miracles, if I start living up to my privilege.

9) As the world and the country become ever more troubled, I might finally find a way to bring real, honest peace to someone who needs or wants my help.

10) I could become more emotionally self-sufficient.

11) I could learn to ride my bike well enough to run all my errands around town. (I'm waiting for goggles so I don't cry when I go downhill).

12) I could discover a new favorite food.

I'm sure there are more. I'll keep thinking.

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