I love the start of a new year. For me, it’s always been another chance to get things right. Or in some cases to keep the streak going from a good year before.

Even with all the craziness going on in the world last year, 2015 was good to me. I lost a big client, gained a bigger client, traveled a bit for work, made some good money…overall, I can’t complain. But if there’s one word I’d use to describe the year as a whole, it would be work.

Like…so much work. I pulled all nighters, worked weekends back-to-back for months, and even created more work for myself at times when I felt I needed more to do. 2015 was definitely the year I reached the upper bounds of my work ethic threshold. I think it paid off for me professionally, but personally?

Ryan Nickulas of 'The A-List" New York' saying "No, girl."

Fig. 1: My friends will tell you — the ones that are still around.

It came on me when I was back home visiting my insufferable family last week. (Yes, I’ve talked about why I can’t go home again (in general), but the guilt got to me.) We just finished eating Christmas dinner — at 1:30pm, no less — and I was laying down on the couch in my grandmother’s den reading the local pamphlet they call a newspaper. I finished doing the crossword puzzle and read my horoscope, which hit me like a shot to the heart.

“Today may be a very special holiday for you, but it should also be a day to recognize that the best you can do for yourself or for anyone else is to be true and honest in what you share with those you love.”

Even though I had some great wins this year, I quickly put them behind me and kept moving forward. No nights out to celebrate. I barely even let my friends know what was going on most of the time — I just kept on working. Hell, I didn’t even crack open a bottle of wine to get turnt by my damn self!

Fig, 2: All work and no play makes Karsh dull as hell.

Fig. 2: All work and no play made Karsh pretty dull.

This year, I want the overall theme to be rapprochement. I need to reconnect with friends, go on some dates, get laid, reconnect with some family (within reason)…hell, I need to reconnect with myself. I’ll be turning 35 in a few months — thirty fucking five, y’all. I don’t feel thirty-five, but it’s right around the fucking corner.

And I also need to reconnect with this blog! Seriously, how many 30-something Black gay men do you know out here who are still blogging about their personal lives? Not a lot, if any. Besides, I need to get back into a regular writing habit anyway. Daddy is rusty.

So here I am. New year new me? Nah. New year better me.

Let’s get it.