Beginning Again...
What comes to mind when you hear the words, eJournalist?.
Anything? Without elaborating (bore you to tears, trust me), I was given that title recently.
And I rather like it. It sounds terribly fancy.
eJournalist
Like Lois Lane when being Lois Lane was cracking...
So 2014 looms. I hate the new year, always have. The holiday, the parties and, most of all, that damn wretched Auld Lang Syne song. I go full-on nutty...filled with so much regret and obsessing over loss and, yea, just generally inconsolable and miserable.
It's really weird. But I am making resolutions and am feeling quite motivated, focused. Saucy, even! I'm looking forward to getting things DONE in 2014. Motherfucking DONE.
Very atypical of me.
I'm not a doer, I'm a thinker.
Bellybutton gazer.
But I had this a-ha moment very late last year when I realized I'm not getting things done like I should. And by that, I mean anything done. I've been in this gloomy, ridiculous rut for far too long, seeking answers to questions that can't be answered (meaning of life, why we die, etc and blah). I mean, it's fine to daydream your way though life except, actually, it's not fine at all.
You eventually get paralyzed, bored and restless as hell.
New Year
New (fancy) Title
New Motivation
I'm going to morph my Project Mid Me into my New Year Resolutions.
New Year Project Mid Me?
Something like that. It's rusty, still tweaking it.
Anyway, all of this reminds me of a favorite quote...
“As long as I am breathing, in my eyes, I am just beginning.”
It's nice, for the first time in a long time, I truly feel that.
Beginning again.
If anything, it's just nice to feel so damn saucy again.
I've missed that.
Happy New Year
Anything? Without elaborating (bore you to tears, trust me), I was given that title recently.
And I rather like it. It sounds terribly fancy.
eJournalist
Like Lois Lane when being Lois Lane was cracking...
So 2014 looms. I hate the new year, always have. The holiday, the parties and, most of all, that damn wretched Auld Lang Syne song. I go full-on nutty...filled with so much regret and obsessing over loss and, yea, just generally inconsolable and miserable.
It's really weird. But I am making resolutions and am feeling quite motivated, focused. Saucy, even! I'm looking forward to getting things DONE in 2014. Motherfucking DONE.
Very atypical of me.
I'm not a doer, I'm a thinker.
Bellybutton gazer.
But I had this a-ha moment very late last year when I realized I'm not getting things done like I should. And by that, I mean anything done. I've been in this gloomy, ridiculous rut for far too long, seeking answers to questions that can't be answered (meaning of life, why we die, etc and blah). I mean, it's fine to daydream your way though life except, actually, it's not fine at all.
You eventually get paralyzed, bored and restless as hell.
New Year
New (fancy) Title
New Motivation
I'm going to morph my Project Mid Me into my New Year Resolutions.
New Year Project Mid Me?
Something like that. It's rusty, still tweaking it.
Anyway, all of this reminds me of a favorite quote...
“As long as I am breathing, in my eyes, I am just beginning.”
It's nice, for the first time in a long time, I truly feel that.
Beginning again.
If anything, it's just nice to feel so damn saucy again.
I've missed that.
Happy New Year