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Alright, it's done.
Provided all goes well, I will be spending tonight in the company of friends (and, just maybe, family); and, together, we will be celebrating the end of 2009 and the beginning of 2010.
I've said before I'm big on rituals; this is no exception. While I try to avoid the insane laundry-lists of New Year's resolutions that plague so many people, I do think that the New Year's holiday is a fun and useful way to hit the Reset button and try to get things together.
Normally, I have a long reflection on the previous year, but this year, it's pretty simple: 2009 was rough. I know I said 2008 was rough, but you must understand, 2009 was rough in comparison to 2008. I dealt with feeling like a failure and some pretty hefty bouts of depression, and in my social circle, that felt like getting off lucky. Near the end, it was hard to believe that some of the things that happened in January and February happened this past January and February—hadn't some of this happened somewhere else, some other time, earlier in my long life?
But then again, not all of that was because of misery. The year has felt full because the year has been, well, full. I've done more writing this year than I think I have any year previous, and met more ideas about new experiences and revisited adventures with a profound "Yes". It's been rough for me, and often the new adventures were the kind with the screaming and the resonant cello music; but in the end, life is about adventure; and as I've always said, I'd rather live on a rollercoaster than a merry-go-round.
So this year is about more of that. This year is about picking up the skills I've been wanting to pick up; about getting to the state of health that I have desired; about writing and fighting for success in same; and about making the changes in work, love, and play that I can see waiting for me on the horizon. And that is all about New Year's I have left to say.
So by way of farewell: 2009. You were a thuggish prick; but one that made me really think about how I live my life—I think I'll call you the year of Tyler Durden. And like Tyler Durden, you were useful and entertaining for a while...but I'm very, very glad you're gone.
Goodbye, 2009. You were difficult, but you were full.
Hello, 2010. I'll be watching you.
And to everybody else: Happy New Year.
Provided all goes well, I will be spending tonight in the company of friends (and, just maybe, family); and, together, we will be celebrating the end of 2009 and the beginning of 2010.
I've said before I'm big on rituals; this is no exception. While I try to avoid the insane laundry-lists of New Year's resolutions that plague so many people, I do think that the New Year's holiday is a fun and useful way to hit the Reset button and try to get things together.
Normally, I have a long reflection on the previous year, but this year, it's pretty simple: 2009 was rough. I know I said 2008 was rough, but you must understand, 2009 was rough in comparison to 2008. I dealt with feeling like a failure and some pretty hefty bouts of depression, and in my social circle, that felt like getting off lucky. Near the end, it was hard to believe that some of the things that happened in January and February happened this past January and February—hadn't some of this happened somewhere else, some other time, earlier in my long life?
But then again, not all of that was because of misery. The year has felt full because the year has been, well, full. I've done more writing this year than I think I have any year previous, and met more ideas about new experiences and revisited adventures with a profound "Yes". It's been rough for me, and often the new adventures were the kind with the screaming and the resonant cello music; but in the end, life is about adventure; and as I've always said, I'd rather live on a rollercoaster than a merry-go-round.
So this year is about more of that. This year is about picking up the skills I've been wanting to pick up; about getting to the state of health that I have desired; about writing and fighting for success in same; and about making the changes in work, love, and play that I can see waiting for me on the horizon. And that is all about New Year's I have left to say.
So by way of farewell: 2009. You were a thuggish prick; but one that made me really think about how I live my life—I think I'll call you the year of Tyler Durden. And like Tyler Durden, you were useful and entertaining for a while...but I'm very, very glad you're gone.
Goodbye, 2009. You were difficult, but you were full.
Hello, 2010. I'll be watching you.
And to everybody else: Happy New Year.
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