This morning I got up, fixed myself a mimosa, and got in the shower. Sitting there on the floor of the shower, naked and soaking wet, drinking cheap champagne, I considered the new year before me as well as the one past. 2011 was a terrible year in a lot of ways that are hard to articulate. It wasn't awful the way 2009 was,with huge traumatic life event stuff, but more situations of perpetual helplessness and stress, a strange feeling that the year itself had it out for me, that I had no sooner a chance to start something than I was thwarted by it.
Still, things weren't so truly terrible. There were a lot of really great things this summer, and despite my career angsts, much of this fall was very sweet to me. I can only think of one thing this year I would legitimately undo, most everything else I'd just do harder. Even now, I feel strangely and suddenly in control of my destiny, even if that is just sort of accepting and embracing utter uncertainty.
Other deep stuff I thought about on the floor of the shower?
I should wear garters like all the time.
Pearls + Mjoilnir = fashion? Probably.
What sort of resolutions should I make for my dragon?
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