2009
I should write this. I'm not writing nearly enough lately.
In 2007, I realized that I was living wrong, unhappy with the way I spent my minutes and months. In 2008, between April and August, I made all the big changes that were necessary to reclaim my life. The rest of the year was a slow beginning at finding my place in this new place.
So now 2009 gets to be the year I get good at all the stuff I started last year. Making friends and building a community in Portland, kicking butt at work, finding a way to be more than just another body at the dojo. Getting a garden together, making small improvements to the property, starting to work toward long-term urban homesteading goals.
Didn't make much of the transition this year. Early dinner and a chocolate martini, then back home to feed the dog. We didn't really know where to go or what to do and both felt too tired & insufficiently motivated to make anything happen. Wound up in bed around 11, listened half-asleep to the sounds of fireworks and honking horns and car alarms mark the minute. Did not get up before dawn to do a thousand sword cuts and jump in a river.
This morning, the land and I woke up late, still groggy from the the night before and hesitant to emerge from the warmth of bed. Afternoon is now threatening to turn into evening, and the land is still swaddled in its blanket of clouds. The 2009 sunlight has yet to emerge. I'm stretched out on the couch with dogs wrestling on my feet, looking out the window at the sleeping leaves. We will do wonderful things this year, the land and I promise each other. And then we lie back and smile, taking this day to relax and dream of the adventures ahead.
In 2007, I realized that I was living wrong, unhappy with the way I spent my minutes and months. In 2008, between April and August, I made all the big changes that were necessary to reclaim my life. The rest of the year was a slow beginning at finding my place in this new place.
So now 2009 gets to be the year I get good at all the stuff I started last year. Making friends and building a community in Portland, kicking butt at work, finding a way to be more than just another body at the dojo. Getting a garden together, making small improvements to the property, starting to work toward long-term urban homesteading goals.
Didn't make much of the transition this year. Early dinner and a chocolate martini, then back home to feed the dog. We didn't really know where to go or what to do and both felt too tired & insufficiently motivated to make anything happen. Wound up in bed around 11, listened half-asleep to the sounds of fireworks and honking horns and car alarms mark the minute. Did not get up before dawn to do a thousand sword cuts and jump in a river.
This morning, the land and I woke up late, still groggy from the the night before and hesitant to emerge from the warmth of bed. Afternoon is now threatening to turn into evening, and the land is still swaddled in its blanket of clouds. The 2009 sunlight has yet to emerge. I'm stretched out on the couch with dogs wrestling on my feet, looking out the window at the sleeping leaves. We will do wonderful things this year, the land and I promise each other. And then we lie back and smile, taking this day to relax and dream of the adventures ahead.