Just Keep Drinking Water and You'll Be Alright
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
-Neil Gaiman
Really, that's all I could ever ask for.
So in typical end of the year posting, 2007 really was good. There was no outlandishly amazing great moments, in fact I can only remember a lot of struggle without any gratification that held on, but you got to start somewhere. I started learning again, got some long lost clarity, and felt the backlash of this whole growing up thing I've been avoiding.
I learned what motivates most people (I'd say all, but I'm still clinging to an exception out there somewhere) and how shitty it is when you're not directly involved. I spent more time simmering on the back burner than ever this year and shared a bed with loneliness more than I have in years. I'm working on maintaining my patience for the sake of reward, but it's uncommonly easy to just feel sorry for myself instead.
I felt desired again, from multiple parties, so I re-established some confidence that had been wavering. Got sis back after too long, and even though there's complications, it's still great beyond words. Got that mirror-shattering glimpse of myself and started to put the pieces in proper order. My outlook on life is less hazy, which feels great one day and terrible on another, but I'll take knowledge to ignorance (blissful or not) any day.
2007 made me an emotional wreck, really. Still. . . pretty good year.
-Neil Gaiman
Really, that's all I could ever ask for.
So in typical end of the year posting, 2007 really was good. There was no outlandishly amazing great moments, in fact I can only remember a lot of struggle without any gratification that held on, but you got to start somewhere. I started learning again, got some long lost clarity, and felt the backlash of this whole growing up thing I've been avoiding.
I learned what motivates most people (I'd say all, but I'm still clinging to an exception out there somewhere) and how shitty it is when you're not directly involved. I spent more time simmering on the back burner than ever this year and shared a bed with loneliness more than I have in years. I'm working on maintaining my patience for the sake of reward, but it's uncommonly easy to just feel sorry for myself instead.
I felt desired again, from multiple parties, so I re-established some confidence that had been wavering. Got sis back after too long, and even though there's complications, it's still great beyond words. Got that mirror-shattering glimpse of myself and started to put the pieces in proper order. My outlook on life is less hazy, which feels great one day and terrible on another, but I'll take knowledge to ignorance (blissful or not) any day.
2007 made me an emotional wreck, really. Still. . . pretty good year.